Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Friday, August 23, 2013

Poem (untitled)


I can still feel my arms around you
Your arms around me, hands in my pockets
My face pressed against your neck
Inhaling your scent
The scent that still lingers on my clothes
It distracts me from my work
It gives me comfort
The way you hold me
The way you kiss my forehead
As if I am yours and only yours
The way you look at me
With those hazel eyes
The trust that they show me
I hope mine show the same
So much trust you place in me
It makes me crave more
Of your touch, of your words
I feel those words bubble up from my heart
Words I shouldn’t say,
Words that teeter me on the cliffs edge
I want to ask if you’re on the edge too
But my heart won’t let me
Cause we both know
Know that we don’t belong to another
But for only glimpses of time
Imperfect perfect glimpses
Of life

~Laura Fedak

Friday, August 5, 2011

He's only 29, again!


So today is my hubby's birthday so this post is about him, about our family.

This post is inspired by "Dealing with the Success of your Spouse" blog posting and "Success Envy" blog both written both Courtney at The Mommy Matters.

Unlike in the post mentioned above, Jason's not in the military, not taken away from me months at a time but he has been taken from me for a time (long, drama, full of crazy people story!).  But like in these posts these wives are proud of their husbands, stand with them just like I do with Jason.  

Currently I envy him since he is the one that stays at home and I work.  It’s not that he doesn’t want to work but because his multiple sclerosis keeps him from being able to now.  And for those of you who know my husband this drives him crazy not being able to work, he's worked since he was 13 years old.  Jason may have MS but he tries his hardest to not let it control his (or our) life, but as with anything some days it gets the better of him. 

Recently, I've noticed that when I tell people he has MS they tell me they are sorry.  I know I look at these people like they've grown a third arm since I don't see a reason to be sorry about it.  Yes, he has MS, no it's not easy, yes it keeps him from doing some things (running, jumping, heavy lifting) but it doesn’t keep him from trying and it doesn't keep him from being him.  Multiple sclerosis is just another piece of our life, it’s not our whole life.  

Someone recently made the comment that I “have to take care of my husband” – now this person has only met us once so I know that she had no idea about our life but the comment made me a tad angry.  I don’t have to take care of my husband, he’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself and our family, he’s not an invalid and even if he was I would take care of him, not because I “have to” but because I want to.  

I think that some people fail to see that just because Jason doesn’t work a job outside the home doesn’t mean he doesn’t work, he does work in our home and does a much better job at it than I could or ever have!  

We married for better or worse and we’ve been through a lot of ups and downs over the past 16 years.  A lot of the things we’ve been through most marriages wouldn’t survive but we’ve stuck them out, we’ve worked through them, we’ve learned from them, we’ve kept on going and we are a better couple from all of it.  Our key through all of it is honesty – it’s actually how we started off our relationship just when we were dating, it’s what we teach our kids.  As long as we our honest about things and don’t lie to each other then we can get through anything.  We see lots of friends, other couples that talk to each other but don’t really talk, they don’t know what the other is doing, doesn’t know what makes the other one happy, don’t tell each other everything – they think we’re the crazy ones for always being honest but I think they’re the ones that are crazy for not being honest!

From people looking into our marriage from the outside, I guess it may seem a little strange that he stays home and I'm the one that goes to work, but not to us.  I've had people criticize me for not being a stay at home mom, telling me I don't spend enough time with my kids, that I’m not being a good wife.  My children are better people because I do work outside the home.  I am not the type of person that can be a stay at home mom, for the ones that can and do I have nothing against them, I just can’t do it.  I’m glad I have worked all this time, so now that Jason is not able, that I’m able to support our family.   I hate seeing moms that stay at home and have “lost themselves”, meaning they have no hobbies, no life outside of their kids.  We all from time to time need a break from our kids, need a break from our spouses, it’s what keeps us sane and reminds us how much we appreciate the things we do have.  That’s one thing Jason and I make sure we do as a couple, we carve out time just for us without the kids.  People think we are crazy when we tell them our kids our not our lives, but apart of our lives.  Our whole relationship doesn’t revolve around our kids, yes we make decisions with our kids in mind but we also make decision that our good for us as a couple and good for our family.  

Okay, I got on a little bit of a rant and off track there!

Sometimes I forget just how smart Jason is until I hear him having conversations with people, how much stuff he knows.  I watch/listen to him help the girls with their homework, listen to them argue with him, hear it in their voice when they realize he's right - it's so cute!  He’s a wonderful father, husband and friend (even though he’s lost a lot of them for being scared of his MS), he’s always there if someone needs help, needs anything.  He’s great at showing people that there are always other views, other sides to a story.  He’s good at calming people down, getting people to slow down and enjoy the little things in life.  

I’m very thankful that I met Jason when I was so young, that we’ve stayed together against all odds, that I married such a wonderful caring person.  Thankful that he puts up with my crazy moods, all my projects, that he helps ground me, that he makes me a better person.  

Happy Birthday My Love! 

Saturday, July 23, 2011

An Old Poem of Mine

I've been going through all my files on my back up drive today (Jason had to reload my computer a while ago and I'm just getting to going through all the stuff!) and I found a poem that I had to write in a Lit class in high school.  I loved this particular class as the teacher was so different from all the other English teachers we had and I was a sophomore in a junior class too.  I was so shy at the time and I remember being very nervous having to get up in front of the class to read my poem in front all these kids that I didn't know, I still hate group speaking to this day!  Enough babbling, here is the poem....



I Am...

I  am  a  writer  of  life.
To  impose  perplexity  of  words
On  delicate  white  paper
Like  to  show  the  cold,  black,  dreary
Elements  of  life
Hidden  in  words.

As  an  innocent  child
I  wrote  with  crayons.
Like  me  they  were  naive
I  would  write  with  big ,  harsh  letters
My  lines  would  never  be  straight
My  words  saying  what  they  meant
My  mind  untainted ;
Words  of  happiness.

A  little  older  now, I  write  with  ink
Knowing  that  not  every  word  has  to  be
          Of  happiness,
And  that  I  am  not  so  innocent  to  life
           Anymore,
And  that  my  writing  doesn't  have  to  say
           What  it  means.
I  no  longer  write  in  big , harsh  letters
Words  gently  laid  upon  the  paper.

My  writing  has  changed
And  I  have  changed.
I  will  write  until  my  words  no
     longer  make  sense -
The  day  when  my  ashes  mix  with the  land.