Full House?
I am not a Christian, but I play one in real life. After years of selfish, and totally deserved, gypsy-rambling, I married and fell in love with my husband. We immediately undertook the completely pointless, but at the time necessary, task of caring for his father. We were married less than two weeks before we were thrust in to the role of care-givers for a man neither of us knew very well.
At any rate that thankless job ate up our first three and a half years of marriage. Along the way we picked a blind dog, my mother, and an unwanted puppy. We were highly-functioning, but totally nuts. We had no idea what it was like to have our own lives. Even know it is funny to me how often we made choices about our future based on someone else’s needs.
Last year we got pregnant. Our little fetal daughter changed so much more than my body. Adam stopped working late and every weekend. I started to feel secure for the first time as my role as his wife. For once I didn’t fear that I was in competition, or at risk for being kicked to the curb if I disagreed with the things going on in our home.
The day that Mazzy was born also marked the day that his dad moved out. The first few months of being parents, arguably the most disruptive time in a couple’s life, was like a honeymoon for us. I have not known such peace in my married life. It was beautiful and I am so grateful that I had enough sense to enjoy every second of it.
Mazzy is five and a half months old, now, and we, my husband and I, are about to open our home to outsiders once more. We are currently housing his middle brother and we are angling for his wife and two kids to join us as well. They are a lovely couple who have been having their own set of problems and they need a safe place to land for a while.
Despite being close to my nephew in the months after he was born, the last two years I have seen him only a handful of times. My niece, a vivacious year and a half, and I have only had the basic family gathering type interaction. My point, if you can call it that, is that I am drastically under prepared for what is to come.
Times are tough and people need help and love and support, and I suppose that Adam and I are as good as anyone else when it comes to dishing it out, but I am not so sure that we are the people for the job. We are just the only people willing to put the time and effort in to it. So, in the next few weeks things will be very much in the air, but I will do my best to keep my head up and my eye on the prize – Another blissfully peaceful six months as our tiny, loving family.
At any rate that thankless job ate up our first three and a half years of marriage. Along the way we picked a blind dog, my mother, and an unwanted puppy. We were highly-functioning, but totally nuts. We had no idea what it was like to have our own lives. Even know it is funny to me how often we made choices about our future based on someone else’s needs.
Last year we got pregnant. Our little fetal daughter changed so much more than my body. Adam stopped working late and every weekend. I started to feel secure for the first time as my role as his wife. For once I didn’t fear that I was in competition, or at risk for being kicked to the curb if I disagreed with the things going on in our home.
The day that Mazzy was born also marked the day that his dad moved out. The first few months of being parents, arguably the most disruptive time in a couple’s life, was like a honeymoon for us. I have not known such peace in my married life. It was beautiful and I am so grateful that I had enough sense to enjoy every second of it.
Mazzy is five and a half months old, now, and we, my husband and I, are about to open our home to outsiders once more. We are currently housing his middle brother and we are angling for his wife and two kids to join us as well. They are a lovely couple who have been having their own set of problems and they need a safe place to land for a while.
Despite being close to my nephew in the months after he was born, the last two years I have seen him only a handful of times. My niece, a vivacious year and a half, and I have only had the basic family gathering type interaction. My point, if you can call it that, is that I am drastically under prepared for what is to come.
Times are tough and people need help and love and support, and I suppose that Adam and I are as good as anyone else when it comes to dishing it out, but I am not so sure that we are the people for the job. We are just the only people willing to put the time and effort in to it. So, in the next few weeks things will be very much in the air, but I will do my best to keep my head up and my eye on the prize – Another blissfully peaceful six months as our tiny, loving family.
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