I hate to admit it, but I feel like a grownup.
Gasp! I know, how could that be? But, this past week has been an eye-opener for both my husband and I, for both of us in different situations.
For me, this week has been awesome at work. This week the law was passed that allows our agency to change names, which makes me just so proud - proud of our government and its recognition of the importance of the name-change movement and proud of being part of something that is giving a real sense of worth to people.
Go here to see what I'm talking about. I am so proud to be working in the field that I work in. I absolutely love my job. Sure, it has its ups and downs and I get annoyed with people and certain situations really made me mad, but overall my job is awesome. I don't like being away from my children, it really stinks. I'd much rather stay at home with them and play and do some crafting, but I chose to work. And it's working out fantastic, my family has developed a sense of balance between work and play and it works out wonderfully. My children are just the most sweetest, well-behaved, polite little girls you'll meet and that is the result of providing them a loving, balanced home. In the past I've questioned whether I wanted to be a working mother, because it's not easy. But this week, my 'a-ha' moment came when I realized that I am doing good. I am doing good for the people that I work for. And I'm not talking about my boss, I'm talking about the people who don't have a voice, people who don't get noticed, people who get put-down just because they were born a certain way. I'm proud of my chosen field and I'm proud to serve those people, to give them a voice and the recognition that is way, way overdue. There's a LOT more work that needs to be done, but I'm ready for the challenge. And that makes me feel awesome.
For my husband, he's been dealing with some health issues in his family. I don't want to go into specifics because it's not my place, but basically, my husband has been the strength and the voice of reason in more than one situation, and I could not be more proud of him. If it weren't for him, things would be a lot worse, because he has been the glue that has been holding things together and molding things into shape. He looks at a situation with a practical view, and he doesn't let his own emotions or desires get in the way. I think there comes a time in your life, as an adult, when what you know, what your vision of how the future will be and who will be in your life, changes. Things happen and people get sick and you're left with either scrambling to deny it and scrambling to put yourself forward, without regard to others, or you simply listen to your heart, and you help those that are hurting the most. You can either rally around someone in their most critical time, or you can continue to be selfish and put them last. My husband puts
himself last, without being asked to do so. He helps out without the desire to 'get ahead' or get something out of it for himself. And for that my heart just swells. I married a good man, a good son, a good father.
It feels good to know that what you are doing is the right thing to do. To be adult enough to be able to prioritize your life, to make your life equal and share your heart and your love equally. To have an "oh, so
this is what it feels like to grow up" moment.
... but for the record I still love Jack Skellington and Edward Cullen and I keep a piece of my old tattered baby blanket close to my bed, and my husband loves his video games and fart jokes. So don't be alarmed, we haven't grown up that much. teehee