It’s been a long while. So much has changed. So many things to say….so little time. They say life gets busy when you have a baby..but I never believed them. Now, I do! Except my baby is no longer a baby but a toddler who is currently throwing food off his high chair. Oh, how things have changed.
Excuse me while I clean up another mess, kiss another face, wash some more hands and most of all excuse me while I watch my baby who is not a baby anymore grow.
Oh, I have missed you blog.
First, Happy New Years! I hope 2013 was fruitful and fulfilling for all and that 2014 brings more fruit and fulfillment.
It has been a month since we brought home Mr. Handsome..A WHOLE MONTH! I can’t believe time has flown by so fast. I’m just amazed.
So, I would like to share with you what I have learned in this month.
1. I never knew I could love someone so much that it hurts to be away from them.
2. I never knew that I could love my husband so much more after seeing him with our son.
3. Babies are messy. They spit up, throw up, pee, and poop constantly. It’s never-ending. Aren’t they supposed to be just cute? I mean, where did all this messy stuff come from.
4. They grow so fast. I mean, really really fast. One day my kid is swimming in his clothes and the next they are tight.
5. When Mr. Handsome smiles at me, my whole body melts.
6. Sleep is hard to get when you constantly worry that your infant isn’t breathing. I literally check every 5 minutes.
7. Babies don’t like water. He screams bloody murder every time we give him a bath.
8. It gets easier as time passes.
9. People give a lot of bad advice.
10. I have learned that having a child does become manageable.
I look forward to more months with Mr. Handsome. Can’t wait to see what this new addition to our family brings.
I love this parody…it’s just too funny!
This post was going around facebook a couple of weeks ago.
It’s sweet really. I think older couples have a lot of wisdom to give but that isn’t what caught my eye. It was the comments following the post. Some were legitimate, like abuse but others were just excuses. We live in a different time, we don’t have the same ideals, we don’t have the same societal restrictions. I understand that everyone has their reasons for getting a divorce or staying together but relationships are hard work. Whether they are friendships, family or marriage. It takes time and effort to build these things and they shouldn’t be taken lightly.
It’s sometimes easier to just take the easy way out than try to work things out. Now, sometimes the easy way out is to stay together and just be unhappy. I have seen many couples fall into that trap but sometimes you just need a little hard work. Is there a universal answer as to how to make a marriage work? I don’t think so because every marriage is different. Can we gain insight from other people? Of course. Do I have all the answers? No, but I sure am learning.
What do you think?
I have heard this word a lot lately from various women I know. It seemed like a common thread among them. A sort of code for something bigger and scarier than they wanted to admit.
I dislike the word, no dislike is too nice. I despise the word. I feel like it’s a way to lower your value. Make it seem like what you are doing is okay because “Hey, I’m a coward”. I wonder where they got it from. Why do we just live our lives with this idea that being a coward is okay? Why do women feel like they can’t “handle” certain things or does it make them more appealing to men?
I get their fears, I really do but why do we let fears rule our lives? Why can’t we empower ourselves and not look for someone to empower us? Why do we raise our daughters to be self proclaimed “Cowards” instead of teaching them to be leaders, heros, and just strong women.
We need more strong women and not women who are comfortable with the label of “coward”.
Yet, I know many strong women and I’m proud to know them. I just wish there were more. History is full of amazing women, even Islamic history.
People out there, help our daughters, wives, sisters, friends and family members change the word coward to strong. Let’s see where that takes us.
I have been having a lot of conversations lately but not with people. Well, not with a person that is with us today. The person I have been talking to is my unborn child.
We have talked about love, life, why people act the way they do, family and why people call each other mean names and let me tell you, my child is smart. Or so I have decided in my head.
I can’t wait to meet this little person and I can’t wait to be a mom. I hope some of these conversations come to life in the future.
The countdown begins. Almost to the finish line.
Hurry up, little one. Hurry up.
It’s a story non-the-less but it isn’t your typical love story.
That is the line in my head. I don’t know why it is stuck there but it sure is. I have been reading a lot of entries on love InshAllah‘s website lately and I guess I just wanted to discuss it. Share with someone what I have read, learned and been enlightened by. This last post has caught my eye, my mind and my heart. It resonates with me on a very deep level. I felt what the writer felt and I shared her fears.
I know where she is coming from and I know where it ends. It makes me realize that this just doesn’t happen to me. Other people have been through this, feel this and understand this. This isn’t a story that is unique to me and my family but people across the world have experienced it.
And the amazing part is, we all have survived. We made it through and created our own stories, families and lives. It’s amazing how resilient a person can be.