Showing posts with label Marriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marriage. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The Marriage Balance

I keep hearing this phrase "Happy wife, happy life".

It's kind of pissing me off.

While, granted, I do love being a happy wife, I'm only half of this marriage.

What about a happy husband? Or is the idea that he's only allowed to be happy if I am. Because that's just crap.

I'll tell you what I think the secret is to my not-perfect-but-very-happy marriage.

Want to hear?

It's balance.
Balance in responsibility. Balance in time with each other and time with the family. Balance in work vs. home. But also balance with both of our wants and needs. We both deserve to be happy here.

We couldn't go through all of these years trying to make ourselves happy. If we did we'd be missing out on so much.

Marriage requires a certain level of vulnerability. I think that it's by being vulnerable and seeing the other person care for you, and respect that vulnerability, that so much of the trust is developed in the relationship.

At the same time, if he or I spent all of our time trying to make the other one happy at our own expense, that would create a ton of resentment. And that's not good for anyone.

So, Dominic and I try to make each other happy. Both of us.

And sometimes what we want is not what the other one wants. So, things have to be categorized in terms of how important that thing is to each of us, and for our lives. Generally, we go with the person who feels more strongly about it.

But each of us can stop worrying about keeping ourselves happy, because we know that the other is trying to take care of that. Knowing that he will always be trying to make me happy and make my life better, frees me from having to do that myself, and lets me focus on making him happy and his life better.

Mutual selflessness has been a must for us. And sometimes I still get annoyed when I'm picking his socks up from his side of the bed, or I'm asking him again to do whatever thing I want him to do that he's forgotten about. And I annoy him too, though I can't figure out why, as I'm clearly amazing. (Totally joking, in case you're not familiar with my humor here)

But I never have to worry that he's going to put his own wants above my happiness or the good of our marriage.

There can be balance. It can happen. It helps when your husband is awesome and loves the crap out of you. I think I"m pretty lucky with this one. I'm thinking I'll keep him. You know, until he gives out, and then I'm marrying for money.

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Sunday, October 05, 2014

Thirteen Years of Marriage...

Today is my wedding anniversary.

It's been thirteen years.

It was also thirteen years ago today that we discovered we were expecting Piper. What can I say? We were apparently in a hurry to do everything.

I had joked all through our engagement, "Well, we have the venue, invitations, dress, honeymoon,...you have to marry me now."

So the day of our wedding, I told him that I was pregnant, and that he definitely had to marry me now.

He just laughed and said he'd be there.

And he was.

Just like he's been there every day for the last thirteen years.

As my best friend, he's held my hand as each of our babies came into the world. He's sung them the Spanish birthday song...
Estas son las mañanitas,
que cantaba el Rey David,
Hoy por ser día de tu santo,
te las cantamos a ti,
Even the day that Sarah was born, he held her tiny body and lovingly sang her birthday song to her. These are the images I carry in my heart, that come to mind when I think of the life we've had together.

He has laughed with me, spoiled me, brought me breakfast in bed. He has held me when I've cried, cared for me when I've been sick, and added another set of hands when I've been overwhelmed.

Our life together hasn't always been easy. Sometimes it's been downright scary. But I've never had to do it alone, because he has always been with me.

I am grateful for every day of the last thirteen years. And I hope it's just the first thirteen of a hundred more together. Because I can't imagine it any other way.

It is an incredible gift to spend every day with your best friend. Even if sometimes he makes you crazy.

Happy Anniversary to the man who can make me smile, laugh, and want to throw things, all at the same time. I'm grateful beyond words for the life we've built, and the family we've made.

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Friday, September 19, 2014

Surprise Baseball!

I'll tell you a secret. Or, the opposite of a secret. I've never really been much of a sports fan.

I love my L.A. Kings. And I'll root for the Dodgers, since my husband loves them. Or the Angels, since they're my hometown team.

But I never learned to love sports the way some people love sports.

My husband has been working ridiculously hard. Six days a week, overtime, as much as he can, to try to keep our household going. He's amazing. And apparently his manager thought so too. (She seems like a smart lady) So, when she had tickets to give to an employee for the Twins game tonight, she picked my husband.

Of course he found this out today. Game day.

But we went. We were in the Budweiser Roof Deck, which his company had bought out. There was free food, open bar (not that either one of us partook), and nice people.

The game was so much fun to watch live! I got so invested in it, I want to watch all of the games now. That I could be converted into a baseball fan, makes my husband happy in ways I can't explain. And watching my husband get to enjoy his great passion, live, made me pretty happy, too.

Sometimes good things just come out of nowhere, and I have to be willing to seize them. Because, honestly, it's been a long week with sick kids and just plain exhaustion for me. The last thing I wanted to do tonight was drive into the city and be in a crowd.

But going was the best choice. I had such a good time. He had such a good time.

And you know, turns out, the Twins won. It was a great game.

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Tuesday, July 09, 2013

It's All About The Romance

Twelve years.  My husband and I have been together for twelve years.  We've been married for more than eleven of them.

We each had a child when we got married.  Together we had six more.  That's kind of a lot of children.

My husband shows me that he loves me every day.  He tells me how much, he does things for me, and he is very affectionate.  I have always understood that each of these things are his way of saying, "I love you".

I'm also a child of the cinema.  I grew up on Sleepless in Seattle, Say Anything, and a hundred chick flicks that say that love is shown when the guy you love does something wild and over the top.

Lucky for me, I knew that most of Hollywood was complete crap.  I tried not to run away when we fought ( you know, in the hopes that he would follow).  I didn't expect him to read my mind.  I didn't tell him yes when I meant no.  I didn't bring up everything I thought he'd ever done wrong when we had an argument.  I think these things have gone a long way in creating a marriage that has lasted for the years that we've had, and will help us continue for many years to come.

What I've missed sometimes, is romance.  Not that he wouldn't try to be romantic.  My husband is awesome.  It just seems to get lost in the shuffle sometimes, over run by the mundane every day.  But guess what? Liam is two years old.  And we don't have a new baby.  We're starting to remember that we're people and not just breeders.  That's a bigger deal than you'd think with seven kids in the house.

So today he decided that it's time to try to infuse a bit more romance into our marriage.  He looked at me and said, "I love you, like ants love a picnic.  And you're more beautiful than Medusa."

Then we both laughed.  He's never going to stand outside of my window blaring Peter Gabriel from a giant boombox.  Still, I'll take him, happily, and I will be grateful that I have a partner who laughs with me on a daily basis, shares this crazy journey with me, and who gives me the freedom to grow and change.

Friday, January 06, 2012

What Dignity?

I'm going to preface this post by saying that I love my husband more than anything.  He's an amazing man who loves me far beyond what I think I deserve.

When you're married, there's a certain amount of vulnerability that's needed to truly connect. Sounds sweet, doesn't it?  But usually this vulnerability comes in the form of over-sharing (like I do here, on a blog, with perfect strangers).  You watch each other do every day tasks that aren't always pretty.

My husband has taught our kids to announce it proudly when they've farted or burped.  Teaching Quinn to say "Excuse me" after passing gas was a little like deprogramming.  I'd look into his disbelieving face saying, "No, Sweetie, I know Daddy laughs when you say you farted, but it's polite to say, 'Excuse me.' "

Seriously though, in a house with a husband and five sons, I'm a little desensitized to this kind of thing.  So color me shocked when tonight my husband told me that he wasn't going to mention that he heard me pass gas because he wanted to "preserve my dignity".  I looked around the room.  Were there other people in our bedroom that I'd missed?  Nope, just us and the baby.

Dignity?  This man has seen me cut open, he's caught a baby that came flying out of my hooha, he's seen me sicker than a dog and held my hair.  And this is the same man who taught Bridget how to burp louder than her brothers.  There's no dignity here!  There's just us, living day-in and day-out in the same space and sharing every little intimate detail of each others life.

It may not be pretty, sexy, or romantic, but it's comforting to know that I can be violently ill and he's still going to love me when I'm done.  Dignity has it's place.  But not in a relationship where he likes to ask me to pull his finger.

Monday, June 06, 2011

It's Only Love


I know who I am. Not that I have discovered my "true depths", or even all of my own facets. But I have a somewhat realistic idea of who I am, faults and all. I know all of the ways in which I'm selfish, irresponsible, thoughtless, and obnoxious. Granted, I hope these things aren't the bulk of who I am, but they exist in a very real way and I'm very aware of it.

So, when I realize that my husband still gets up every morning and tells me that I'm beautiful, or that he loves me, I wonder how I got so lucky? How did I find someone who could look past all of those faults which seem so glaring and obvious to me, and still choose to wake up and love me every day? And how can I make sure I don't screw that up?

But, of course, love is like that. It's not that we don't see each other's faults, it's that we know all the good that is inside of someone despite them. We make the choice to accept someone as a whole human being with positive and negative attributes.  And we are better for making the choice to love and care for each other.  Well, at least when it works the way it's supposed to.

While my mind can rationalize that my husband gets something out of this relationship, too, I'm feeling somewhat vulnerable these days. That he continues to patiently take care of me makes me feel incredibly blessed.  Love is a powerful thing, and I'm so grateful to have it in my life. It's not always perfect, and it's not always pretty, but it's mine.  As for the not-screwing-it-up, well, I'm still working on that.  But it's been 10 years, and he's still here.  I think we're off to a good start.

Friday, May 27, 2011

It's Friday I'm In Love

Today is my husband's birthday. I was going to start this blog post out saying that despite his being an ass, he's my ass, and I love him. But damned if he didn't just walk in the room singing Cat Stevens to me and being all sweet and wonderful. That's just like him. Always messing up my best laid plans.

He knew he loved me within 24 hours of meeting me. Which is crazy for a thousand reasons, not the least of which is that I'm kind of a pain in the ass, too. See, aren't we perfect for each other? But love me, he did, and still does. Which is a good thing, since I'm pretty crazy about him, too.

Life is never perfect for any couple, and we're no exception. We've had a lot of rough times. Financially we're never fantastic. On top of that we've had loss, stress, babies, cross-country moves, and of course the difficulties that come with raising a bunch of kids. But through it all he's remained my partner, and my best friend.

I won't say how old he is today, but I hope he's not even halfway done. I sometimes can't remember my life before he was in it, and I can't imagine my life without him, either.

Happy Birthday, Baby. I love you.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Let It Go?

Sometimes a girl's gotta ask herself the age old question:

Do I let this go? Or pound on it until it bleeds?

In the past, I'd pound on it until it bled. Even when that was a bad idea. Even when sometimes, I should have just let it go. In a verbal argument, I could go all Fight Club, and totally ignore when it should end. You know what the seventh rule of Fight Club was? Fights will go on as long as they have to. I haven't always been good at judging when that is. I know better now.  That doesn't always make it easy.

It should be enough to know I'm right, and to be comfortable with that, whether the other person (you know, like my husband) will admit it or not. And once in a while, I have to know that I'm not right, and leave myself room to be wrong.

In the short run, this thinking generally makes me crazy. I'm frustrated, and I want it to be acknowledged that I'm giving something up for the sake of peace, love, and a piece of cheesecake with chocolate sauce.

In the long run this means I spend a lot less time on ridiculous arguments that probably aren't worth having in the first place and in which it probably doesn't matter in the end who was right and who was wrong.

I'm not sure if letting go makes me a weak-willed idiot, or a mature and understanding woman who is big enough to know when it's just not worth it.

After all, it feels good to be right. But I think it feels better to be happy. I think I like that since I choose my battles and don't have to win every single one, it means more when I plant my feet and become unmovable on something.

But letting it go can still make me crazy. Isn't being the grown up fun?


Friday, April 02, 2010

My Husband Rocks




My Husband Rocks


Do I need a reason? Sometimes can't I just say that my husband rocks and leave it at that? No? Fine, then, I'll share something. Today I'm particularly grateful that when life becomes way too stressful for me to handle on my own, my husband shares the burden. There's plenty going on right now that's stressing me out, and I like to try to handle everything myself. Only then I also have no one to blame but myself if it all goes wrong. And when I blame myself, I get depressed. That's not the best course for someone who's suffered from depression since her teens.

But my husband not only can see when things are going wrong with me, he tries to fix it. He doesn't let me bear the stress all by myself, and he reminds me that I'm loved. Even if I can't always figure out why. I am so grateful for my husband. After all, he rocks.

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Friday, August 07, 2009

My Husband Rocks! A Strong Foundation

My Husband Rocks

Dominic and I have built our marriage on our faith. It hasn't always been easy. While we both have faith, it's something we've both struggled with. True faith for me is something that is worked at daily, much like marriage. Building our marriage on the foundation of our strong beliefs, was a really good place to start for us. But, if you pour sand on a rock, it's still going to slip right off.

Thankfully, my husband is not at all like sand, shifting and slipping through my fingers. He is a constant. He is strong, capable, dependable, loving, protective, and my safe harbor. Together our relationship is strong, and I can not explain how much of that is because of the unfailing love he shows me.

Earlier this week, he posted something on Facebook where he called me "The Wife". It didn't bother me in the slightest. It wasn't used in a derogatory manner. It wasn't used disrespectfully at all. One of his co-workers, apparently in jest, berated him for using such a term, calling him a "50s dork" and, honestly, I got mad. I'm a big girl, and if there's something in my marriage that needs addressed, I guarantee you, I'll address it. But more than that, I resented a woman I don't even know, taking my husband to task when he works, helps me raise our children, and always treats me with love and respect.

I stood up for my husband on Facebook (I might be just a leetle bit hormonal at the moment) and the woman apologized. I think Dominic was actually proud of me. But that's how this marriage thing works, I think. We protect each other. Stand up for each other. Care for each other. My husband is my best friend, and I'm grateful every day for what we have: this strong foundation that holds us up.

Friday, July 24, 2009

My Husband Rocks! Friday - Work Ethic

My Husband Rocks

First of all, I can't believe it's Friday all ready. How the heck did that happen? It's bizarre. Sometimes the week is so slow, and sometimes if you blink you miss it!

Over the last few weeks I've been pretty sick. First with the kidney infection that totally kicked my butt and then with the cold that just kicked me while I was down. Fun, huh?

Through it all, my husband has been, for lack of a better word, a trooper. Seriously. The man has worked 12 and 16 hour days and then come home and taken care of me. When I needd him, he was selfless and thoughtful. And I'm so grateful for that.

I think it's easy for me to get caught up with how hard my job is. The physical toll of the work I do at home and at my paid job, the concentration needed to homeschool and guide my children, and the thousand-and-one things that we moms do every day to keep our homes and families running smoothly. But I can't let that blind me to how hard my husband works. And he really does.

The man has a work ethic like I've rarely seen. He'll work as much or as hard as he needs to in order to take care of his family. And then he'll come home and take care of us here, too. I wish I knew where he got that kind of drive from. Seriously, I could use it from time to time. I pray that I am able to give him all the love and support he needs to continue to work so hard for us, and that I show him ever day how much I love and appreciate him.

Thank you, Honey, for being everything you are.


Friday, June 26, 2009

My Husband Rocks!

I've heard that marriage is hard work. And in one sense it is. But it's hard work like parenting is hard work. There's a lot involved, but it's a gift of service and love given mutually by each person. It's something that you do because seeing the other person happy makes you happy too.

I always say that my husband and I have put our marriage before our kids. Not that together we don't have our children as a priority. It's just that we feel one of the best things we can do for our kids is to provide them with parents whose marriage is stable for them. After all, one day they'll be gone, and I want this marriage to still be going strong.

So, why am I prefacing with that in a post that's supposed to be about why my husband rocks? Because he's so good at keeping this going. Year after year, he continues to put my happiness above his own. Day after day he manages to make me feel cherished and loved. And on those days where he fails, as we all do, he's learned how to apologize and make things right.

It's my husband who helps me to remember to find balance between being a mom, and being everything else. It's my husband who sees when I'm becoming overwhelmed and will step in to help me. It's my husband who keeps me grounded and reminds me that I'm part of a team.

Thanks, Honey, I love you.

Friday, June 19, 2009

My Husband Rocks!


Katy Lin gave me my idea for a post this week. Thanks, Katy Lin! She was talking about how her husband shows his pride in her. It made me smile because my husband is the same way.

When I meet people who work with Dominic, the first thing they say to me (when it's not, "Are you pregnant again?") is what nice things he says about me. He's directed people to my blog which he loves, talks about my parenting style, and tells them how much he loves me. I'm not sure why they report it back to me, but I generally get the idea that they're surprised to hear a man speak so highly of his wife. Isn't that sad?

I'm usually under the impression that I do not deserve such adoration, but I can't express how grateful I am for it. I think it's really important to know that you have someone in this world who is totally on your side. I remember when I wanted to homeschool and was worried about his reaction, he just looked at me and said that if anyone could teach a child at home, I could. Which is not to say that we agree on everything, or that we always see eye to eye on how to do things. But at the end of the day, we're on the same team, and I always know I can count on him. That is an indescribable gift.

His mouth is sweetness itself;
he is altogether lovely.
This is my lover, this my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.
Song of Songs 5:16

Sunday, June 14, 2009

How Do You Argue Well?


Marriage starts with a ceremony, but takes a lifetime to be worked out. Some people seem to be good at it right from the start. But most of us have to work at it a bit. It takes time, it takes care, and it takes good communication. Every couple has things they have to work on or work through together.

Some may never argue at all, and always be able to work things out easily between themselves. More power to them! Most of us are not like that, however, and we hash things out a little more passionately. But arguments don't have to be bad. They can actually be quite constructive if both parties are on the same page about how to do it. Before we got married, Dominic and I actually laid some ground rules for arguing. We're not perfect, and we sometimes fail, but the rules themselves have not. And I thought I'd share them.

1. Pick your battles. This was one I figured out before I got married. I watched a couple I knew have intense disagreements over the garbage. It could have been easily worked out if they'd communicated well, but they didn't. It became a huge issue. I realized that it could have also been easily solved if one of them had just let it go, because it wasn't a big deal. But neither one could do that either. I resolved that I would discuss with my husband the real issues, and let the little things go.

2. Have a shared purpose. For us, the purpose of every argument is to find a solution to the problem that we're having. We want each argument to be constructive and useful so that we don't have to have it again. This also helps prevent a winner/loser scenario. When the goal is helping your marriage be better, you both win and you don't have to be right.

3. Only discuss the issue you're actually arguing about. The bible says "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs." (1 Corinthians 13:4-5) All of this is hard, but we tend to be especially good at remembering what our spouse has done wrong in the past. It is so tempting to bring that up to show a pattern of behavior. But it's actually counter productive. The other person ends up feeling like they're being piled on and it becomes too much to be worked out and they give up. If there is another issue that needs to be discussed, save it for later. Right now the argument is about this current issue.

4. No name calling. I know this seems like a simple rule, but some people really struggle with it. I've been tempted to throw out a name a time or two, but remember your purpose. You're not going to find a solution to your current issue if you're heaping more hurt feelings on top of things.

5. Try not to phrase things in ways that call for your husband to defend himself. For example, a "Honey, it would mean a lot to me if you'd try to remember to put the seat down" goes over a lot better than, "Why can't you ever put the seat down?" The first example doesn't even state the problem, but instead, offers a solution. The question demands a defense, so now he's going to try to explain why he doesn't put the seat down instead of agreeing to try to do so in the future.

6. Don't use absolutes. It's really easy when emotions are running high to throw out words like "never" and "always". For example "You never pick your socks up off the floor" may feel right, but may not be totally true. And if he can remember even one time he's picked his socks up off the floor, he's now free to totally disregard your point, which is that you'd really like him to make an effort to do so more often. For the record, I personally say if my husband's socks being on the floor is my biggest complaint, I've got a pretty darned good husband. These are just examples.

7. If you can, try to communicate as a team member, rather than an opposing player. What I mean by that is sharing something like, "I feel like this is a problem for us, and I'd really like to find things that we can both do to work on it. Is there somewhere I can put the hamper so that it will be easier for you?" This kind of communication allows us both join in finding an answer and is really helpful.

8. Talk about how you feel, rather than what he's doing. Explaining that finding clothes on the floor makes you feel discouraged when you're trying really hard to make your home nice for him allows him to get a glimpse of what it's like from your perspective. Likewise, it's a really good idea to ask your husband how he sees things. From my own experience, I'm often looking at how an issue is affecting me and haven't even considered that there's a reason that he's doing something.

9. Don't argue in front of the kids. Another simple one, but one that's easy to forget. A simple discussion is great for kids to see and it models some important social and interpersonal skills. But something where passions are running high can be really frightening for them. If it's starting to get heated, I suggest that we both go somewhere private, or suggest the kids go do something else.

10. Resolve it. When you've hashed things out, make sure you've found a solution that you both feel good about. Recap what the issue has been and what steps you're going to take to help it not occur in the future. Make sure that solutions involve both of you. If something has gotten heated, it's likely (at least in my house) that both spouses have some ownership in the conflict and can do something to make it better. And make sure he's comfortable with it.

11. Don't be afraid to apologize. It's so simple, but nothing helps soothe ruffled feathers like a heartfelt "I'm sorry for what happened" even if it's not all your fault. You can be sorry that the argument happened, sorry for your part in it, sorry if you've realized you really were at fault. Honestly in my house, it can be all of those.

We picture marriage as blissful and easy but in reality, it's a challenge for two people to learn to live with each other day in and day out. Love is what makes it a joy instead of a burden. My last piece of advice isn't really a rule for arguing, but a suggestion for every wife. Pray for your husband, and yourself as a wife, and pray for your marriage. God is there to hold us up, and He is faithful to do so. But we have to include Him.

"For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh." This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church. However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband.
Ephesians 5:31-33

Friday, June 05, 2009

My Husband Rocks!

To have a good husband is to have a great gift. I spoke to a newlywed yesterday and loved being able to impart a few things I've learned. You know, like the first year is the hardest since you're learning how to communicate with one another and how to live together. It made me wonder what I'll know about marriage in another 10 years.

One of the things I love about my husband is his compassion. Now, don't get me wrong. My wonderful husband is a lot like Red Foreman from That 70s Show. A curmudgeon who's not sure he likes people all that much. But he's a total sucker for families, and especially children. Nothing melts his heart faster than kids. And they don't have to be his own.

This past week at work, he was given the opportunity to help a father get home quickly as his baby had just passed away. My husband was the go-to-guy, and made sure that this man was able to get home to his wife and family to grieve his loss. Dominic never thought twice about it. He just wanted to help.

My husband isn't afraid to give anything and everything he has, if he thinks it will help. He probably doesn't see what I see, but when I look at him I see incredible kindness and a fierce and loyal love that I am able to trust in daily. Once again, I know that he was given to me by God, because I could never have chosen so well for myself.

Friday, May 29, 2009

My Husband Rocks!

Some weeks it is just plain easy to think of reasons why my husband rocks.

This weekend, my kids all came down with a cold. It hit them in the head, with a little cough to go along. They kindly decided to pass it on to me. It's a little in my head, but has hit me really hard in the chest. I'm trying desperately to avoid getting bronchitis, something which I seem to be pretty susceptible to.

By Wednesday I was really sick. My whole body ached and I just wanted to lay in bed all day. And you know what? That's what I did. It was Dominic's birthday, and the man cared far more about taking care of me, and seeing that my needs were met, than he did about celebrating his own birthday.

Eventually I hauled my sick pregnant butt out of bed, and headed to Target to get him a birthday cake and I picked up some Chipotle for him for dinner. But after dinner and cake, I headed right back to bed with his blessing. I think he would have been fine with not celebrating at all and just letting me rest. But I just had to celebrate a little bit!

But that's my husband. He's the guy that comes to bed and tells me that if I need anything, he'll get it. And he does. He's the guy that brings home Puffs Plus tissue with the lotion so I can wipe kid noses without making them red and raw. He's the guy who will give up celebrating his own birthday if he's concerned about his sick wife.

I got a really good husband and I'm so grateful every day that we're together. Happy Birthday, Honey!

Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest
is my lover among the young men.
I delight to sit in his shade,
and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
Song Of Solomon 2:3

Thursday, May 21, 2009

I Am Not That Wife

I like reading books. Fiction, non-fiction, I just really like books. I read books to be entertained, certainly, but often I read books to learn. And when I got married, I began reading books on how to be the best wife. From Elisabeth Elliot to Dr. Laura, I have read a lot of books on how to be a good wife. Over and over, however, I read them thinking of all the things I'm not.

I'm not Betty Crocker. I'm not an exceptional cook. I might like to cook, but the clean up always leaves something to be desired. My husband is probably not going to come home to a four course meal expertly prepared by yours truly.

I'm not crafty. I'm not that mom who can find some really incredible at a thrift store or a garage sale, fix it up and make it look incredible. I can't upholster furniture. I don't make really cool crafts with my kids. I can't sew worth a darn.

I'm not an amazing housekeeper, or home decorator. I try to keep my house neat and somewhat orderly, but it usually feels like I'm swimming against the tide, and that I'm way behind. I'm never going to be that wife who welcomes her husband home to the spotless house, with the spotless kids.

I'm not a snazzy dresser. I have two sisters with amazing taste. One for the funky eclectic look. She can throw the most interesting things together and have it look great. The other is yuppy chic, and she always looks posh and put together. Me, not so much. I don't have their taste (or their figures). I try to pick things that are already put together in the store so I don't look completely ridiculous. I'm not good at putting things together myself.

So, I was thinking that maybe I'm not alone. Maybe I'm not the only one who counts her worth as a woman, wife, or mother by the things she's not. Maybe we need to start focusing a bit more on the things that we are. After all, if God wanted me to be just like someone else, maybe he would have given me a few more of their natural talents.

So, I started thinking about what I am good at. I'm fairly intuitive and perceptive. I can often sense people's motivation, and I understand what makes them tick. That makes me pretty good at giving advice to my husband, which he values. He often asks my opinions on things. I crochet really well, and my husband loves the afghans I've made for him and the kids. I'm good at connecting with my husband and letting him know that he's loved and appreciated. I'm good at knowing how to make arguments constructive. And I'm good at communication, at hearing what my husband is really trying to say, and wording things in ways that aren't antagonistic and don't make him defensive. And of course my first aid skills are pretty good.

I have value. I have talents. I'm not entirely sure how the Lord is going to use them in my marriage, my family, or the community, but I know they're there. They are His gifts. And I need to spend more time cultivating them and their use for Him and for my family, and less time lamenting that I'm not more like other women.

Just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we who are many form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. If a man's gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his faith. If it is serving, let him serve; if it is teaching, let him teach; if it is encouraging, let him encourage; if it is contributing to the needs of others, let him give generously; if it is leadership, let him govern diligently; if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully.
Romans 12:4-8

Friday, May 15, 2009

My Husband Rocks!


My husband is an amazing man and I truly love him. Right now I can hear him in the other room, playing and laughing with our children. He does that. He gets on the floor and plays horsie, bounces them in his lap, tickles them, reads stories, and cuddles. He's a really great dad.

And he makes me feel that I'm a good mom. He praises what I do. He encourages me. He believes in me. When I wanted to homeschool, he was the first one to say that if anyone could do it, I could. He supports me, both in front of the kids, and when we're alone.

Even expecting our sixth child, he still rubs my belly and puts his head on it, like it's our first.

For Mother's Day, my friend S. bought me a ticket to see The Phantom of the Opera with her. It's on Tuesday evening and I'm so excited. I'm a Musical Theater geek (well, I'm all kinds of geek, but that's another story) and I haven't seen Phantom since High School. My husband was in on the surprise, and is working an earlier shift so he can come home and be with the kids while I go out for the evening.

My husband rocks for a million reasons, and every day I thank God for him.

I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me.
Song of Solomon 7:10

Friday, May 08, 2009

My Husband Rocks!


Well, another Friday, and another day to talk about why my husband rocks. As I was thinking about what my husband did this week that really means something to me, I found myself stumped. There was nothing in particular that jumped out at me. But then I realized that what I really appreciate, not just this week, but every day is, his presence.

Someone's presence may sound like a small thing, but it's really quite significant. You see, it's his presence that makes me feel safe and loved. For the last couple of nights I've had bad dreams. Missing body parts, trauma, loss, and there's nothing like waking up in the middle of the night and looking over at your husband and realizing that you're not alone. He was right there with me.

My husband loves to tease and kid. I can always tell when a female coworker walks behind him while he's on the phone with me. The conversation will turn from the mundane daily chat to "You'd better have dinner on the table for me when I get home, you know". He knows it drives them crazy, and I of course, know he's just playing. So, my husband's presence is not always quiet and strong. Sometimes it's loud and boisterous. Sometimes it makes me nuts. But he's always there for me. From labors, to illness, to the loss of our baby, he's always there, completing me, keeping me strong. And that means more to me than a thousand roses, or a hundred boxes of chocolate, or fancy dinners and nights on the town. It's that solid constant presence that gives me the security to be the wife I need to be, the mother I need to be, and the woman I want to be.

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Friday, May 01, 2009

My Husband Rocks!

Well, it's Friday, so it's that time again. Time to remind myself, my husband, and anyone who's interested in reading this little blog, why my husband is fantastic.

This week has been...long. And it isn't one of those weeks where I can go on and on about individual actions, or something big and over the top that he's done for me. This week what has really impressed me about Dominic is that he is so steadfast. No matter what I'm on about, or what's making me crazy, he's faithful and constant, my anchor.

He never fails to take the time to indulge in baby-dreaming, where we talk about the baby coming and who he or she will be. He never fails to let me know that he's there to help if I need it. He never tells me to stop yammering on about whatever bee is currently in my bonnet. He takes the time to talk to me about things that are important, and things that are mundane. He does his best to always remind me that he thinks I'm beautiful, that he's proud of me, and that he thinks he's lucky to have me.

Neither of us are perfect, but we're so much better together than we are apart. Of course tonight he's totally letting me go out with a friend to watch Hugh Jackman. I'm sorry, I mean Wolverine. What a guy! (My husband, not Wolverine)

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth— for your love is more delightful than wine.
Song of Solomon 1:2