When I was a little girl I used to love fairy tales.
The handsome prince would sweep in and save the princess from a fate
worse than death and then they would live happily ever after. It seemed
so dreamy and truthfully I secretly wished for a handsome prince to
wisk me away to my fairy tale life where we would live happily ever
after.
Years later I found my prince and he did sweep me off my
feet. We were married for time and all eternity in the LDS temple and I
felt certain that it was the beginning of my "happily ever after" fairy
tale.
Before I proceed, please know that I am deeply in love
with my husband, Jared. My life would be incomplete without him. He is
all I dreamed of in a husband and I couldn't ask for a better companion
for myself or father for my children. Still, over time, I'm sorry to
say, I came to hate the phrase, "happily ever after". You see, I didn't
feel like my life defined "happily ever after".
I'm not sure
what I was thinking, but I always imagined that when I had children we
would spend our days in blissful playtime. I would always have a fresh
batch of cookies available, we would spend afternoons at the park, go to
story time at the library, and never would a cross word escape my
mouth. The children would be incredibly kind to one another and, in
short, things would always be blissful. On top of having my perfect
children, I would also have a perfect husband. After all, I was going
to be the perfect wife and mother, the perfect husband was absolutely a
no brainer. Looking back, I can't help but wonder what I was
thinking!!!!
The fact is, life was hard. Like so many others, we
had small children, we struggled financially, there was laundry to do, a
house to keep clean and seemingly endless meals to prepare. There
were nights with no sleep, days with constant crying and whining, (and
not just the kid's crying and whining) and plenty of times when we
wondered if we would have the money we needed to survive. We weren't
so different from others, but I felt like it was so hard!
In
fairness, there was plenty of happiness, it seems that I just dwelt on
all of the hard things that went with motherhood and wifehood. (Is
wifehood even a word?) Sadly, I spent a lot of time being unhappy and
overwhelmed. It seemed that "happily ever after" was indeed a fairy
tale and something that I would never experience.
I'm not sure
when I realized how much of my time was spent in disillusionment. I do
know that when I came to this realization I was surprised. Ultimately, I
had all I ever wanted. I had a great husband and great kids, yet I
spent so much of my time being unhappy with that which I had always
wanted.
I decided then and there to do some serious soul
searching. I realized that being a mom is, by far, the hardest thing I
do. Nothing is more demanding of me mentally, physically and
emotionally. With that said, there is also nothing I do that's more cool
than being a mom and a wife. I discovered that life wasn't what I
thought it would be, but it was still amazing. My attitude changed and
thus my definition of "happily ever after" changed as well.
Now,
I'm not going to tell you that I've discovered that everything about
motherhood is roses and rainbows, I don't think anybody sane would say
that! I still have sleepless nights, though now I'm up worrying about
the choices my kids will make instead of walking crying babies. There
are still days filled with a certain seven year old whining, the
laundry is still there, the house is still in need of cleaning and
everyone still thinks that they need to eat EVERY SINGLE DAY!
Truthfully, there's almost never a fresh batch of cookies, (or any
cookies for that matter) my kids are either too cool for the park or
don't want to go and they've gotten too big for story time at the
library.
My kids are older now, maybe that has helped to
change my perspective some. However, I've learned that part of "happily
ever after" is learning to enjoy the journey, even on the days that the
journey stinks. I've also learned to enjoy my children for who they
are. They don't need to be just like me, they don't need to be anybody
but themselves.
It turns out that my life isn't perfect. Nope,
there's no perfect mom, no perfect dad and no perfect kids at this
house, and I'm okay with it. I'm glad I finally figured out that this
is my "happily ever after."
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