Happy Marriage, Happy Life

Zacary and I are often asked if we ever fight or get upset with each other. The answer is yes. We are human so of course we don't agree on everything. Then there is the fact that I'm a female, so more times than I'm proud of, I tend to get upset/annoyed over nonsense. It is true though, Zac and I get along very well. I'm proud to say, throughout the 3.5 years we have been together we have only had a small handful of "fights." Now I definitely am not a marriage expert. In fact, we are still very much in our "honeymoon phase" but I will share what I think it is that makes our relationship tick.

First of all, we are both extremely laid back people. Because of this, it is easy for us to brush things off and move on. Along with this comes realizing which situations are not worth the stress of arguing. If you can admit to yourself the small things, such as the fact you just mopped the floor and your other half decides to come stomping in with muddy work boots on is not worth the mood of an argument. 

I'll share some great words of wisdom that came from my mother some time ago. She told me, "before you act on your frustration with someone or something, sleep on it {even if it's a nap} If you wake up still upset then discuss it." It's important to me to remember this. Not only in my marriage, but in life.  

Another good point we make when it comes to our disagreements it to discuss the situations that need the attention. Never once has Zac raised his voice at me. {Yes he is a quiet guy, but he is very capable of raising his voice} I myself don't necessarily raise my voice but I do tend to get "that tone." When we sit down and talk it out we have found we come up with a solution a lot faster, and that awkward feeling lingering in the air isn't there.
Yes our marriage is very happy, but it's definitely not "perfect" just because we get along so well. We are just ordinary people who are lucky enough to have figured out early in the game what makes our relationship work {most of the time}. 

 

Plus my husband is as hot as they come. Who could get upset with that face? ;)

 

Being a mother.......

I've always thought of my duty as a mom is to love, nurture, and make sure my son survives. Only did it just now hit me that my son is going to see me in the same light I see my own mother. What a overwhelming responsibility. Already at 9 months my son comes {crawling} to me anytime he gets upset and/or needs help. As an adult, I still go {running} to my own mother for advice and guidance. I'm overly blessed with the opportunity to be a mother, but I stress that I will be intelligent and responsible enough to give him {and future children} the guidance needed for the future, in which is approaching far faster than I ever imagined. 

My mother did a fabulous job raising me. Of course, like any life, there were a few speed bumps {which I like to call learning experiences} along the way. All in all she is the mother I hope to be. When I was young she helped me learn and grow. As an adult she helps me see the world as {unfortunately} it really  is and gives me advice from her own learning experiences. A quote from a TV show I watched with my mom has always stuck with me, "I hope I take the things my mother did as a mom and improve upon them." Isn't that the truth? That's out untimate goal, is it not?

I've said it before, if you would have asked me at 19 being a mom and wife was out of the picture. How I thank god for unanswered prayers. Being a mommy is more rewarding than it is hard. I find as my son grows older the harder it gets though. I'm sure this will continue to prove true. I will be the first to tell you the truth about parenthood. 

When he poops, more times than you'd think, it goes up his back, down his leg, on his feet, in your hands. All of this while wrestling the little nugget. Your goal is to simply get a clean diaper on without getting feces everywhere, or get him in tub as clean as possible. I now make a bottle before I make my morning coffee. Each night I wake up 1-4 {some nights more} times a nightl

 to a crying baby. I watch Mickey Mouse instead of the morning news. Even now, I'm trying to write a blog post while my son is climbing on me begging for attention. 

However, when I'm feeling sad and lost all it takes is his little grin to brighten my mood. No matter how many times in a row he says "mama" it never gets old. His needs come before mine, and being needed like that is incredibly hard to describe. As a mom, your child's life is far more precious than anything else, but suddenly there is this insane fear of dying before watching him grow into the man he one day will be. 

I have a lot of learning to do as a mother, and I plan to take the examples from my mom and my grandmother and improve upon them in my own mothering skills. I'm not a religious person, but I do pray. I pray, Lord help me along the way, give me the patience and knowledge it takes to be a mother. Bless that I can keep my family safe and free from the heartaches life tends to throw at us. I promise to do my best. Amen. 

Climbing at 7 am

Fresh out if the dryer blankie.