Saturday, July 16, 2011
There's a First Time for Everything...
So I'm new to this blogging thing. I set up this account hours ago and just couldn't figure out where to start! As far as introductions go, one isn't really needed. I'm choosing to remain anonymous for the time being. I will tell you that I am recently married (literally-we're talking married for 3 weeks!) and we have one beautiful 16-month old child together. Life is pretty simple for me at the moment with the exception of the normal stresses that friends, family and kids bring to life. I am currently a stay-at-home mom and have caught myself mulling around in the "wifely duties" of my life. Cleaning, cooking, playing with baby, and putting in those "quality time" hours with my family. Don't get me wrong, I love my family! (We're talking parents and siblings, etc.- not my husband and baby!) My Dad is truly amazing! I really couldn't ask for him to be a better man than he already is! Always quick to help someone in need and truly adores the people he surrounds himself with! He's not perfect, but he's my Daddy so he's perfect to me-most of the time. My Mom? Strongest woman I know, hands down! Drives me INSANE! Love her to DEATH! She's my only constant. She is the ONLY person I have had my entire life! Family dynamic: My Dad is not my biological father but my parents have been married since before I can remember. I do not know my biological father. Which is why Mom is my only constant. I'm so much like her and yet I'm a completely different person. We don't always get along. I'm not a kid that she can control anymore. That bothers her. I'm not a doctor or a highly paid lawyer. That bothers her, too. I didn't marry or have children as young as she did. I didn't join the same career path she did. These things bother her as well. I'm not the same kind of mother she was and we don't agree on parenting styles. She doesn't like that, either. But in her own way, she loves me I like to believe she's proud of me and the person that I've become. My parents have 3 kids: myself (the oldest), and 2 boys. The older of the two is my step-brother. He's less than a year younger than me but still stuck in his teenage years, making bad decisions and thinking he's God's gift to women. The other one is still a teenager in high school and kinda doofy. He's still trying to figure life out so I cut him some slack. We're a typical American family, I suppose. Drama and all! And me? I'm just trying to make it. Survive. Build a better life for my tiny new family! Who isn't? I finished high school, made some mistakes while Mom & Dad could still save me, graduated from college, had a baby and got married! I don't ask for anything and we take pretty good care of ourselves! I like to think we're good parents most of the time but only time will tell. My baby and my husband are pretty much my everything. I'm one of the lucky few who got to marry my best friend. Sure, we fight, we argue. We're a couple and sometimes we just get tired of each other! But we always meet for a kiss goodnight in bed and say we love each other no less than 4 times a day. It's kinda sick, really. Ha ha ha! A lot of the relationships in my life are being tested lately (more on that some other time!) and he's always there with a shoulder for me to cry on, an ear for me to scream in and an adorable look on his face when he says, "I'll always be your friend!" He REALLY loves me. And I'm VERY lucky. We're a real couple, not two people living in two different worlds hoping it'll all just work for the sake of being with someone. Our daughter is gorgeous. And I'm not just saying that because she's my kid. She's really a beautiful little girl! She has beautiful, curly hair and amazing almond shaped brown eyes. Her Daddy is hispanic and I'm pretty much a white girl. Our daughter got the best of both of out features! Sometimes I don't believe I could produce such a gorgeous baby! I hope she never knows how pretty she is or we'll be in a world of trouble! On that note, time for bed!
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