Husband, Marriage

Work in Progress

It seems like just yesterday my dad was walking me down the aisle towards my future husband. In August, Nathan and I will celebrate four years of marriage. The past four years have been filled with laughter and loss but most importantly, growth. Like all marriages, ours is far from perfect. 

Many times when a couple discusses their relationship, they leave out all the trials they have faced. They want so badly for others to see an idealistic marriage, because that is what is expected in this society. Let me tell you, marriage is far from perfect. Not only are you learning to share a space with someone who has different habits, you are combining two different upbringings. 

While Nathan and I were both raised with parents who shared similar values and morals, our family dynamics were completely different. Expectations in work ethic, how money was spent and where we lived are the biggest differences in how we were raised. These differences have caused disagreements in the past. Nathan and I have had to find a way to bring both dynamics together and form one that works for our little family. This hasn’t always been easy. 

We have also had to deal with outside forces who have tried to tear our marriage apart. People who are so unhappy themselves, they will use manipulation to make others around them the same way. This was a strain on our marriage, until we finally realized for our relationship to work, we had to put God first and then one another. Nathan and I have learned recently, we need to surround ourselves with others who boost our marriage, rather than try to bring it down. 

We have also had to learn how to communicate better with one another. This is not always an easy feat. As someone who suffers from depression and anxiety, I know I am not the easiest person to live with. I have mood swings and I struggle to find the positive in life. Nathan has found ways to bring me out of these moods, but has learned to give me space when I need it. I have had to learn how to express my feelings without yelling, and not get easily offended by how Nathan responds. 

Though our marriage has had its struggles, we have had so many wonderful moments over the past four years. A few of my favorites include: Nathan and I buying our first house, welcoming our sweet son Aidan into this world, and sharing in new hobbies together. Nathan makes me laugh every single day, he is so loving and gentle to our son and he is the hardest working man I have ever met. When God placed Nathan into my life, he presented me with a blessing that keeps on giving. I cannot imagine my world without this funny, generous, and sometimes annoying man. I thank you for these years together and I look forward to many more. 

In our marriage Nathan, I vow:

To look for the positive in life. 

To fix the sheets before you get into bed. 

To be a better communicator in our marriage. 

To learn new imitations. I know you are sick of the only two I can do. 

To not get annoyed over the simplest things. 

To make sure our freezer is always stocked with corn dogs and tater tots. 

To be a gentle and compassionate mother to our children. 

To always be honest with you, even if it isn’t the answer you want. 

To not eat your candy when you aren’t looking. (Try not promise)

To make you laugh everyday for the rest of your life. 

And Finally…

To work and fight for our marriage everyday for the rest of our lives. 

I know our marriage as all marriages, is a work in progress. I look forward to strengthening our bond and growing as a couple. I love you Nathan James! 

Family, Motherhood, Uncategorized

Happiness is…

Happiness is…

1) An extra hour of sleep in the morning!

2) Cuddling up with your favorite book!

3) Having a clean house and no laundry to fold!

4) Your spouse cooking dinner!

5) Dancing to music with your son!

6) Opening your favorite box of candy!

7) A new outfit that makes you feel fabulous!

8) Exploring a new hiking trail!

9) Cuddling with a sleeping baby!

10) Going to the library and checking out a new book!

11) Movie theatre popcorn with extra butter!

12) Finding a great deal at the store!

13) Watching your child learn something new!

14) Being called momma!

15) A hug from your spouse!

16) Sitting outside by the fire for hours!

17) Hearing the words “I love you,” and knowing they mean it!

18) Homemade chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk!

19) Looking at art for hours!

20) Walking through a garden and smelling all the flowers!

21) Visiting your favorite museum!

22) Cuddling and playing with your dog!

23) Crawling into bed after a long and busy day!

24) Baby giggles!

FINALLY…

25) Spending time reminiscing with family!

While laying in bed the other night trying to fall asleep, I was plagued by some negative emotions. I decided that instead of focusing on the negativity of life, I needed to make a list of what happiness meant to me. This list is just a few things that make me smile and love the life God gave me. I am truly lucky to wake up everyday to a new start and have a loving family who surrounds me. Sometimes I think we need a reminder of what happiness is. It can be as small as finding a quarter on the ground or as big as falling in love. With all the negativity and sadness in the world, we all need to take a moment and recognize what happiness is to us! Remember to start everyday with a smile!

Blessings and love,

Molly 

Aidan, Fatherhood, Motherhood, Parenting

Child Resilience and Mommy Guilt

Let me tell you about my brave little man. Aidan is the most resilient child I know. When he falls down, he picks himself up and tries again. Aidan is almost 10 months old and has never had a serious injury, despite all the mischief he has gotten into. This all changed yesterday. 

Nathan, Aidan and I went to the library to check out some new children’s books. In the children’s section, they have a play area filled with toys, puzzles, pillows, legos and more. While I was picking out books, Nathan and Aidan were playing with all of the toys. I soon joined them and we played with Aidan for a few minutes, before he took off to play independently. Let me tell you, this child of ours loves to play and keep busy. He goes from one toy to the next. 

Aidan crawled over to a table with lots of little toys attached to it. Nathan and I sat on the couch and watched him play. He was giggling and talking to himself as he explored. While he played and we watched, Nathan and I started up a conversation on expanding our family. We were in a deep discussion when Aidan turned towards us and tried to take a step. When he took that step he fell into the table and hit his mouth on the way down. I have never heard my baby boy scream so loud. We rushed over to him and I picked him up. It wasn’t until he was in my arms that he opened his mouth and all this blood started pouring out. My sweet baby boy had busted his lip when he fell. 

Aidan cried for a few minutes and then calmed down as we took him into the bathroom to clean him up. Luckily, all four of his teeth were fine and he hadn’t bitten his tongue. His poor lip was swollen and both of us were covered in his blood. After we cleaned him up, I took him out to the car while Nathan gathered our books. 

While we were sitting in the car and Aidan was playing in his seat, an immense wave of guilt washed over me. I could have prevented my son from getting hurt, if I had been paying better attention to him. I shouldn’t have been talking, instead I should have been next to the table and playing with our son. How can I even consider having another child, when my son is getting hurt right in front of me? I felt like the worst mom in the world. As I wallowed in my guilt, Aidan looked up at me and patted my face and smiled. This little boy had just had a traumatic experience and here he was smiling and loving on me. 

Nathan returned to the car and saw my face. He knew right away that I was feeling guilty for Aidan’s accident. Nathan looked at me and said, “this is not the last time our son is going to get hurt and if this is the worst that happens to him, we should consider ourselves lucky.” He made me realize that I cannot be one of those parents who hovers over their child 24/7. Our children are going to get hurt on occasion and this accident was no ones fault. 

Aidan has already forgotten about the incident and has been his happy self since. He is very resilient like his father. It was very difficult to watch my son get hurt, but I am slowly realizing that as he is learning to walk and explore this won’t be the last time he gets hurt. While I still feel guilty for my son getting hurt, I know it is not because I am a bad mom. Accidents happen all the time with our children, we just have to continue to teach them to pick themselves up and try again. I have also realized, I am going to make mistakes as a parent, but like my child I need to learn to be resilient and forgiving of myself. 

Molly

Aidan, Creating Memories, Reading

Aidan’s June Book Review

Each day Aidan and I read about four or five books. I always look forward to our reading time together. Lately, we have been on an animal book kick. Aidan loves when I make each animal sound. He does his best to imitate me, but usually they end up sounding like DaDa or high pitched squeals.  I thought I would choose three of the animal books we have read this month, and review them. 

The first two books are part of Aidan’s own book collection. They are Giraffes Can’t Dance by Giles Andreae and Little Blue Truck, by Alice Schertle. 


Giraffes Can’t Dance is about a giraffe named Gerald who wants to dance at the annual Jungle dance. All of the other animals are graceful and very talented, except Gerald. With his long legs and wobbly knees, he is quite clumsy. When the other animals mock him, Gerald goes off and learns to dance on his own with the help of an inspirational friend and the moon music. Aidan loved looking at the bright illustrations of this book and followed along to the rhyming story. This is a book we will read over and over again. 

Little Blue Truck is a book about helping others and making new friends. Blue, an old pickup truck gets stuck in the mud when he is helping push a grumpy dump truck out of the mud. When Blue gets stuck, a group of farm animals he befriended along the way, gather together to help both trucks get unstuck. This book is a favorite of Aidan’s, because he recognizes certain farm animals from his GiGi and PaPa’s farm. Whenever he sees a cow or a cat, he gets very excited and tried to pet the picture. Aidan loves anything to do with animals and trucks, so this book was a perfect read. 

The final animal book I have chosen is called, There Might Be Lobsters, by Carolyn Crimi. I absolutely adored this book and will have to buy it for our own library. Aidan’s GiGi was the one who picked this book out, when we visited the public library together. 


There Might Be Lobsters, is a book about a little dog named Sukie who has a lot of anxiety when it comes to the beach. Instead of enjoying the sand and water with her owner Eleanor, she sits back on a towel in fear of a stray beach ball or lobster. When her stuffed monkey Chunka Munka is in danger, she puts all her fears behind her and realizes the beach isn’t so scary after all. This book is full of charming illustrations and is a fun read aloud for all ages. 

I love that Aidan enjoys looking at books just as much as I enjoy reading them to him. It is always such a pleasure when we find a book we both adore. These three books can be treasured by all ages. If you have a favorite animal book, please comment below. I am always looking for new book ideas for Aidan. 

Happy Reading,

Molly

Christianity, Felicity Marie, Hope Mommy, Loss, Motherhood

The Kindness of Strangers

Over the past few days I have been thinking of one particular moment of kindness someone shared with me. It happened during the most difficult time of Nathan and my life. Nathan and I had just left the Specialist’s office, where we found out Felicity would not survive. I was so drained from the news, I did not want to go down the three flights of stairs. We chose to use the elevator, despite the emotional state we were in. I had calmed myself just enough until a young mom and her daughter entered the elevator. When I glanced over at the little girl I started sobbing. I realized I would never get to watch our little girl grow up. It seemed to be the longest elevator ride of my life. Sharing our elevator were two older women, an older man and the mom and her daughter. When I broke down, one of the older women came over and asked if she could hold me. I nodded my head. She hugged me and told me that Jesus loves me and will protect my heart, no matter what trials I am facing. Of course these kind words made me sob even harder. As we left the elevator, the other older woman came up to me and smiled and gave me a hug and said she would pray for me. These women did not know our circumstances. They saw a young woman who was clearly distraught. Instead of turning away from someone in need, they showed a kindness that I desperately needed. I will forever remember that moment for the rest of my life. I am writing about this small act of kindness, because we all need to be more aware of those around us. We never know what someone is going through in their lives. Taking a moment of your day to check on someone can and will make a difference. 

Blessings and love, 

Molly