Mom mentioned the other day that she wishes my prince would show up soon. For some reason, that got me thinking about all the ways men are described when it comes to the men women want to marry. Prince Charming, beau, boyfriend, Knight in Shining Armor, etc. I don’t want any of those. Yes, I would like to get married someday. Yes, I would like to have someone who will be charming and fight for me. But let me explain what I don’t want and why those titles don’t fit what I would like in a husband.
I definitely do not want a prince. I don’t like being the center of attention and don’t want all the media speculation. I admire Princess Kate, but I am so glad I am not her. “Oh no! The princess went to the hospital again! Could something be wrong?” Blech! I do not want that happening.
But more than that, I don’t want a husband who is only charming all the time. How boring would that be? If he always agreed with me, how would my mind be stimulated? If he always did what I wanted, when would I learn to enjoy new things? If he followed every whim of mine… Well, he’d better either be a prince or a millionaire.
I’ve seen this word before and have a general idea what it means. But then I looked up the definition to see if I wanted to add it to this blog post.
1. a frequent and attentive male companion.
2. a male escort for a girl or woman.
3. a dandy; fop.
4. to escort (a girl or woman), as to a social gathering.
Definition 1 might be okay depending on how frequent and attentive he is. I like my personal space. If I don’t get that space, I get uncomfortable. I do not want an escort for a husband. Do I want my husband to escort me? Of course, as long as that isn’t all he’s doing. And I definitely don’t want a dandy or fop.
This word has one strike against it and one for it. I don’t want a boy for a husband. I want a man.
Maybe I’m being too picky here, but I want a man who is mature enough to know when to work and when to play. He can be silly and act like a boy sometimes, but not all the time. He needs to know when he should be serious.
The strike for this word is friend. My husband should be my best friend. I should be able to share anything with him and have him be able to listen, sympathize, or help me depending on the situation. The best part is that this works the other way around, too. I should be able to listen, sympathize, or help him as well.
Knight in Shining Armor
There is a reason I chose this phrase for the title and also for the last item in my post. When Mom mentioned my hopefully-soon-husband, it wasn’t Prince Charming who came to mind. It was a knight in shining armor. Or rather, the thought that I don’t want a knight in shining armor. A knight in shining armor would certainly be attractive with his armor glistening in the sun, riding on his clean white steed up to the palace drawbridge.
But behind him comes another knight. This one has dents, smudges of dirt, grime, marks of swords, spears, and arrows in his armor. His steed might have been white at one time, but now the faithful animal is covered in mud, blood, and who knows what else. Despite his appearance, this knight holds himself with a confidence only a man who fought hard to get to this palace can have. Both knights have confidence. But only one will receive the confidences of the princess.
My knight should be in dirty armor after having fought off the world and all its many trappings. He should be fighting the good fight God called him to. He should be daily fighting for God against Satan and his wily schemes, fighting for me, fighting for my heart, and if we ever have children, his armor will probably get even more dirty as he fights for the hearts of our children.
I don’t want a prince, charming or otherwise. I don’t want just an escort or a companion. I don’t want a boy or a knight in shining armor. I want a best friend who is fighting the good fight and winning the race. Ladies, what do you want? Gentlemen, what are you striving to be?