I was suppose to post a different post today, but with Father’s day coming up I was inspired to share with you my current feelings.
Lately, I have been reminiscing about my childhood and the one thing that I cannot really recall is if I had a happy childhood. I will admit, I do come from a broken family and maybe that is why certain memories are faint. I am not really for sure, but as a mother to three children, I always wonder if my children are “truly” happy. I have huge belief that if my kids are happy than that means me and the mister are doing something right. My kids often tell me they ARE happy and they even do a happy dance every once in a while, but I still wonder if that outward expression is equivalent to how they feel on the inside. I know from past experience that it is easy to put a smile on your face and say, “Yes, I am happy or okay” and to truly feel sad on the inside. When asked what I want for my children in years to come, I always respond with “happiness”–happiness means they are in love, they are doing what they enjoy, they are laughing, they are smiling, and that they find joy in their life. I can honestly say, I do not ever remember telling my parents at a tender age that I was happy…I do not even remember bouncing around or making a ruckus the way my kids do when I was younger. I know my upbringing was more strict than the way the mister and I raise our kids, but I know whole-heartedly that one of the reason my kids are positively expressive, bouncy, and spirited is because of the mister.
Those who truly know me, know that I am and can be uptight and one of the things that I learned from the mister is that I need to “chill out, relax, and let them (the kids) be little.” This is something I remind myself on the daily. The mister is way more laid back than me, more spontaneous, and is quite polar opposite of me—that is probably why we mesh well together. There are things that he does to annoy me and those things rub off on the kids, like how he literally throws his food into the trash as if he is playing a game of basketball or drinks out of the carton from time to time. Yes, I have literally caught my girls doing these things…and boy did we have a talk, but that fun factor and positive outlook he has has definitely rubbed off on ALL of my children.
I do not know if I mentioned this, but the mister and I are high school sweethearts and although we were young, he had qualities of good father that I saw early on and I knew that is what I wanted in a spouse. I feel so honored to know such a good man and to be able to call him my husband. When I look at him, I see the true definition of what a father is….He loves his family and he does not mind expressing it, he takes the kids on dates, he laughs with us, he puts smiles on our face, he works hard to provide for our family, and he is honestly truly awesome….I love him…Happy Father’s Day Love!