The beauty of my marriage is lying in bed, late at night, on the brink of sleep, and letting all the clutter of my mind slip out of my mouth and wisp away. The beauty of my marriage is that my husband listens when I need it most, when I am taut to bursting, overwhelmed by thoughts.
I am thankful for a husband that listens, because in the move I have lost all my other, regular, ears.
As a mother, I get together with other mothers, and we all talk about our kids. It seems trivial, or mundane, but it is so refreshing. Everyone is worrying about something for their child, as well as carrying joy and pride. We all take turns trotting our fears around the table, and celebrating our children's successes. Upon leaving, the thing we worried about coming in seems smaller, lighter, after having shared it with friends and encouraging them over their own concerns.
My parenting worries have been filling my head like fairy floss (cotton candy), spinning larger and larger until my whole brain is a sticky, non substantive mess. Without friends to call for a cup of tea, the thoughts spin round, and round, picking up mass, clogging my mind.
Last night it all slipped out, in the dark. One of the things I most love about my husband is his solidity. He is unmoved by my fears, completely convinced that things will all be right in the end. When nothing I say rattles him, I turn over, and fall asleep, all my fears having lost their weight in the speaking of them.
Just want to find a "Like" button as on facebook. :-)
Posted by: Peggy Fitzpatrick | 28 October 2013 at 07:58 PM
Ditto!
Posted by: 3cmum | 29 October 2013 at 08:00 AM