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Valentine Shmalentine

14 Feb

My husband and I don’t do anything special for Valentine’s Day. We aren’t anti-Valentine’s or anything. We just feel that it is pointless in our relationship. He surprises me with flowers, chocolate, cards, potato chips, etc. randomly and often. I don’t want him to get me a gift on this day just because he is supposed to (we already have an anniversary). That would be like me celebrating changing one of Zoey’s diapers. Changing her diapers is part of my life. It would be pointless for me to celebrate something like “diaper changing appreciation day.” I think we celebrated our first Valentine’s Day, but that was it. After that, I didn’t want to anymore. I don’t have a problem with other people that celebrate it, either. People will do whatever is right for them.

Now that I have a daughter, my viewpoint is changing a little. I want her to grow up with the expectation that she will be treated like a queen by her future significant other. I don’t want her to settle for anything less. In my opinion (strictly opinion, she’s my first kid and I’ve never raised a kid before), the best way to show her that she deserves the best is to lead by example. Plus, I think it would be really fun to do Valentine’s activities with her.

I want her to see her Daddy bringing gifts home to her and I. I want her to know what it feels like to be treated like you are special. I also want to make sure that she understands that love is not only for Valentine’s Day. I want her to see that love is for every day. The holiday isn’t the reason for love, but it is a celebration of it. I think it would be fun to watch her sweet face light up when her daddy brings her flowers or chocolate. Then she would see him give them to me and understand that it is an expression of love. We could have fun doing little crafts and making fun cards for daddy to hang up in his locker at work. It is important for her to know that it’s important to express love as well as to receive it.

It’s amazing what changes when you have a kid. I’m still the same Kimmy, but my perspective has changed on many things. We may not even celebrate it next year. She’ll still be young. I guess we’ll see how it goes when the day gets closer. I do look forward to starting new traditions for Valentine’s Day and other holidays.

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A Chapter Ends, So I Write a New One

22 Jun

Today was Peppy‘s funeral. Even though I wasn’t a family member or anything, it was still very difficult. It is so painful to know that the world is continuing on, yet his world has ended. It doesn’t feel fair. It also hurts to know that every time I visit the shop, he won’t be there to bounce around the corner to see the baby. There were so many people there. Everyone loved him.

Again, situations like this make me think a lot. What if someone close to you dies and you don’t have time to tell them how you feel? Or what if I were to get into a fight with my husband and he would go for a drive to cool off, but get into a wreck? What if something would happen to me before Zoey is old enough to have good memories of me? I need her to know just how much I love her. For this reason, I started writing letters to Zoey.

For my birthday, someone got me a green, leather-ish journal. I don’t keep a journal, so it stayed in the top of Zoey’s closet until yesterday. I took it down from the closet yesterday, and I wrote my first letter to her in that journal. I will continue to do this until the entire book is full. Maybe I’ll start another? Who knows? My plan is to give it to her when she is much older. Possibly when she has a child of her own. She would definitely see me in a different light. She would see me as more of a human than as her mom. Maybe she would learn from my mistakes? Maybe she would see that I was just as clueless about motherhood when first starting out as she will be. Also, if anything happens to me, she will have this book to remind her of how much I love her.

And I do love her. I love her more than anything in this world. I know now that she will never understand how much I love her until she has a baby of her own.

Pain is So Close to Pleasure

11 Jun

Zoey has had many milestones in her four months of life. Just today, she figured out how to hold a toy, and how to shake it to play with it (the toy also found its way into her mouth, of course). Immediately afterwards, she accidentally smacked herself in the head with it. She shouted so loudly that you would think someone was pulling her toenails off.

She has learned how to travel by kicking her feet and pushing her body in a certain direction while on her back. She looks like an inchworm scooting across the floor. With this milestone also comes issues. The first issue would be the day she rocketed off of the couch. Another thing that happens is that when I put her on our bed, she will “travel” on her back until she pushes herself under a pillow (cue more shouting).

My point of sharing these stories is to say that with every new, exciting milestone comes a new frustration and stress. The same goes for adult life. If you get a promotion and pay raise, you will  have new stress because of new responsibilities. You have a sweet little baby, then you have the stress of raising it properly, making sure it is happy, making sure it is healthy, making sure…. (That list could probably take up an entire blog post).

Everyone goes through things. Your rich neighbor down the street who owns four Porsches? Sure, they are probably happy about the massive amount of money they have, but they are probably under a lot of stress with work responsibilities. They probably never see their family. They probably miss many milestones that their children hit because they are always at work. But hey, at least they have an Olympic sized swimming pool, right?

Don’t be envious of other people. There is no such thing as a person with the perfect life. Those people are just really good at lying. Every single person on this planet is going through something, and everyone has some sort of stress. There are always happy moments in life. Put more focus on those parts so that the stress doesn’t seem as bad.

Never forget: If you do not have stress and negative times in your life, you will not be able to appreciate the good times. Be thankful for the bad times as well. They build character and shape you into the person you are.

(+1000000000000 cool points if you recognized the title of this post as a Queen song)

First Mother’s Day

8 May

You could say that my Mother’s Day started around 2:30am.

Last night, my husband went out with some friends, but I stayed home because I didn’t like the bar they were going to. He got home during a baby feeding, around 2:30am. He asked me to come to the kitchen. He had flowers, chocolate, ice cream, a card, and the promise of jewelry that hasn’t come in the mail yet. (I’m glad he mentioned the jewelry, because I saw the charge on our bank account. I was about to embarrass myself by asking about it.) He sure knows how to melt my heart. I like to pretend that I hate all things mushy, but I am tooootallly a romantic.

Then today, I made a roast in the slow cooker. Sounds delicious (and it WAS), but I’m not very patient. The entire day, that beautiful smell filled our house. The entire day, all I wanted to do was eat the roast. It was torture. The end result was wonderful.

The rest of the day was filled with snuggles and lots of pictures. I’ve never really cared about mother’s day. My mother and I have never gotten along, and we actually haven’t spoken to each other in the last few years. Basically, when mother’s day would roll around, I would complain about how pointless of a holiday it was. This time around? I was excited beyond belief. I can now understand why people love their moms; it’s because of the love they receive from them. I didn’t know about this love until I had a baby and felt that love for her. I can’t even imagine how wonderful it must feel for people who experienced that love from their mother all of their lives, but I’m excited and eager to give it to my daughter now.

Oh snap, I just got super mushy. I better go and punch a puppy to balance that out.