Like a few other women around the planet, I've been reading this book by Debi Pearl. The first 3-4 chapters I felt she was right on. The emphasis was on Joy, and how to attain and keep it and I felt she gave very wise counsel. Then she got a bit prideful and that... well... jaws a bit. She scoffs at those who, after a couple of years of Greek in Seminary, think they are experts on the fallibility of the King James Version... while her husband, who has read four Greek translations every day for the past 30 years *knows* the KJV is the most accurate. Never mind that several hundred Greek translators with several decades of knowledge and expertise in the Greek language concur that the New American Standard is the most literal word-for-word translation available today (apart from an Interlinear Bible, of course). But... perhaps this is part of being a help meet. Swearing your husband is right, even when he is not.
Which brings me to the next thing that niggled me wrong... Somewhere in the chapter on "types of husbands" there is a cute little story about a couple biking on their honeymoon. The husband had no sense of direction, the wife did, she argued a direction he wished to take, they went his way, they became lost. This continued to play out throughout the day, until the bride realized where they were going wasn't important, just cheerfully biking around the countryside with her new husband on their anniversary was the important thing... and to this day, she lets him lead, even when he's wrong.
Early on in our marriage Steadfast and I had a similar situation arise. It arose several times. Once while biking around Dutch polders, another while walking in the woods... after a while Steadfast realized I was indeed the one gifted with a sense of direction, and to this day he always expects me to expertly navigate our family through road trips. He wants to steer and be able to say "where do I go?" and have me confidently state "right" or "left" or "straight ahead" or "exit 53a"... I'm his onboard computer. I enjoy this task, because I always like to know exactly where we're at. AND... Steadfast is always boasting about me at gatherings. He's very proud of my sense of direction and the places it has brought us.
I handled our misguided adventures quite differently than the bride in the book. But was I wrong? Steadfast is not a man who likes to get lost. He would not like to be in a dangerous unfamiliar neighborhood late at night with our five daughters in the car, and feel embarrassed, ashamed, and angry that he had brought them there and put them in danger. He is not one who likes to feel foolish because he made a wrong turn and drove 100 miles north when he meant to go south. Hasn't my pushing to prove *I* was right been more of a help to him than letting him lead us wrong?
I think we need to pursue wisdom and wisely choose our battles. We shouldn't always win... a man's ego can't take a woman always winning. Perhaps we should mostly let them win. But I don't think it's always wise or prudent to let them win every single time... or... let them win every time, but be wise as to what manner of winning they need. With the navigating issue, I feel both Steadfast and I have won, and if I had let him win the first or second time, neither one of us would be winners today. Choose the path that would make your husband feel less foolish. If your husband doesn't feel foolish lost, by all means, let him get y'all lost.
Just today I found some important missing mail in Steadfast's desk. He is sure I or one of the girls misplaced it. I am not so sure it was a female. It's hard for me to swallow my pride and allow him to think "silly womenfolk, they should be more careful", but in this case, we won't get lost if I let him win, and driving my point home would not win me any admiration from him... it would only make him feel foolish, and all men hate to feel that. It does not matter who lost the letters. What matters is that they have now been found.