Our Second First Date

It’s strange to sit across from a person you clearly love, you’re clearly committed to and realize that you’ve forgotten how to be alone with them. I mean how can you be uncomfortable with a person with whom you have an open-door bathroom policy. With whom you have a nearly decade old conversation going with.

I’ll tell you how. Have kids and don’t even pretend to take care of yourself. Fall so head over heels in love with your kids and be so bowled over and unprepared emotionally that without a word you both decide to fling off all sense of reason and balance and dive headfirst into losing yourself in your kids. It’s exactly as unhealthy as it sounds. We made not even a passing attempt at fooling ourselves. We were goners at first sight. The last time we were on a date, one with drinks and hopes of romance, we were entirely different people. Our lives have been taken over by kids and we gave up our other identities long ago.

So when it finally came around, last weekend, our first true date in four years. we were woefully unprepared to let the shoulders down. We’d captured romance in the wild from time to time in the years since and we are as solid as solid can be. She is the love of my life and I’m perfectly comfortable stating that I’m the love of her life. But there is no sense denying that the giant elephant that trampled our previous selves has left us with some work to do.

We found ourselves across from one another in a quiet restaurant chosen by our former selves. Two people full of ideas and interests eagerly and enthusiastically looking to share and listen to this person we wanted to impress. Those people while still in their same shells, sort of, were gone. All we could think of was the kids. We both wanted this to be about something else, but what else is there at this point? They aren’t only our beloved children, they’re also our only context for a relationship at this point. It was uncomfortable. They didn’t even serve alcohol so we couldn’t loosen up chemically to hope to spark things. Nope. Just blank stares, apologies for everything, unable to get out of each others way. It was awkward and painful. In fact, by the time they came for the order we had already decided to get a RIDICULOUSLY overpriced appetizer each, to woof it down and get out of their as soon as possible. Which is exactly what we did.

We moved on to a pub. Sports on the TV’s, loud music and 50 or so adventurous and ordinary beers on tap. It was the best thing we could have done. We both started to unwind and we removed the unwritten rule that we had imposed about not talking about the kids. We ordered french fries and onion rings and about a beer in our shoulders relaxed and we started delighting in making one another laugh. Some of the laughter was about the kids, some of it was about our own foibles. Some of it was about what was occurring in the room. In the moment. It was a delight. It was natural and easy. Before long we were up to our old tricks. I may have even convinced her to write a guest post as ‘Developing Mom’. We welled up and we cracked up and we felt a giant spark and shared excitement. We started to plan our future dating life now that we had a wonderful babysitter (a story for another time). We made sure to have enough cash to tip her graciously so as to be sure she’d be willing to come back. Two toddlers isn’t every 25 year olds idea of an awesome Saturday night. Then we started to cop to our general difficulty. It’s midwinter and the combination of cabin fever, short days and freezing cold had made us both hard to be around from time to time. Not to mention the daily challenges of raising the boys. We haven’t always been either fair or loving to one another and it did us both some good both to admit it, and to be relieved of some of the responsibility for it by the other helping to carry the load.

I’m getting excited. We learned some things on our second first date. We certainly have more things to learn going forward. But what’s becoming clear to me and I think to us, is that we have to do some work on our own at this point. Each of us on our own have to think about how we want to engage the world around us and who we are each going to be as we slowly get out from under the crushing awesomeness of new parenthood. We have to share our new ideas and new dreams of the future with one another as many of the parameters have changed in the years since we related to each other what those dreams originally were. We have to discover ourselves again. We get to discover each other again.

A few months before the first one showed up...
A few months before the first one showed up…

I fell in love with my wife almost instantly when we met. We were married a year and a half later and we were parents 2 years after that. What’s happened since has changed us and we have to take time to remember those people that we were. The wonderful thing is that I get to do it all over again. At this stage of the game there’s nothing that holds so much excitement as getting the chance to fall in love all over again with the woman I love more than anything.


Author: joejmedler

Joe Medler lives in New Jersey with his wife, who is universally understood to be far too good for him, and his two young sons, who are far too smart for him. His work has been featured on MamaLode, The Original Bunker Punks and Sammiches and Psych Meds. You can find more of his work at https://developingdad.com/ and follow him on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/developingdad

7 thoughts on “Our Second First Date”

  1. This is the sweetest thing I have ever read. It took Brandon and I almost 5 years of marriage to realize you MUST date your spouse.

    We slip away to “reconnect” every chance we get. Weekend get aways to the Smokies, fancy hotel downtown, but our personal favorite is staying home, kid free.

    Tell your wife I’m expecting a Developing Mom guest-post!

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  2. You needed a tissue disclaimer at the beginning! This really brought out all the feels in me because I can completely relate! There’s a point where the role of Mom or Dad just isn’t enough to sustain your marriage anymore & you just find a new balance between those roles & the shell of your pre-parent self to run with. Many blessings to your marriage that it may continue to grow right along with your children! Thanks for such a touching read.


    1. Thank you so much for your very thoughtful and kind words. It’s an easy thing to lose yourself in this stage of life… not just the kids, but everything, and the reality is we’re hopefully in the giant ‘shared experience’ portion of our life together and while I love it, it occasionally reminds me how much I look forward to actually restarting the friend conversations with my wife. Also, your very kind words could also be said to need a tissue warning!

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  3. Joe, this is absolutely beautiful. I’ll admit when I first started reading, I was really saddened to think I knew exactly where this was headed: a couple on an entirely different wavelength, the end of an otherwise beautiful marriage. I’m so very glad to know I was wrong. It’s admirable that you’re both putting in the effort to learn to love and get to know the people you’ve become since becoming parents. It really does change everything, but you’re smart to start doing this work now while there’s still a beautiful marriage to save. So many people don’t until it’s too late. Cheers to many many happy years of marriage to you and the love of your life. ❤


  4. I love this SO MUCH!! I’m so happy for friends who find a way to connect as a couple. As someone who has failed on that mission, the only thing I would suggest is, don’t try so hard to cling to the people you “were”, that you don’t allow room for the people you are “becoming”, as parents and as partners. It changes you. But with devotion, and a willingness to accept the changes in your partner, it can be a beautiful transformation:)

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    1. Donna, thank you so much for reading! Your kind words and great insight, and advice, are VERY well received! Its amazing how strongly, and stupidly in my case, we cling to identities that are things of the past.. The more i live the more i learn, the less committed i am to ‘never changing’.


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