Imagine you’re out to dinner with your family and strangers come up to sympathize with “how hard it must be” for your husband to care for the kids on his own. This is despite that fact that you’re the one who birthed them, and you’re an equally important and active part in their lives. Or imagine a stranger telling your spouse how it’s absolutely astounding that he hasn’t walked out on you yet due to your “problems.”
To me, that's saying that sure, my legs are essentially wet noodles, and my lungs kinda suck at being lungs—but, I'm alive. And my mind is still sharp. Well, less sharp after having two babies, but still... I get to wake up and spend my days with my two beautiful babies. I get to enjoy my relationship with my wonderful husband. This gorgeous state? I get to explore it. I get to taste delicious food. And I get to play with our two hilarious doggies.
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