Tuesday, January 30, 2018
WHAT VALENTINES DAY MEANS TO ME
Valentines Day is quickly approaching, which means I'm going to see some Facebook posts from people stating their aggravation towards this "Hallmark made up holiday" and "we should be showing our love towards each other every day, not just one day of the year." There are many legends about who St. Valentine was and why this holiday of love got started but I can tell you that these tales dated long before Hallmark first opened up its doors. Yes, the card store does profit well in the month of February but it has nothing to do with the start of Valentines Day.
Valentines Day is not for everyone and I understand that. Even those who have significant others find themselves uninterested in the day and that's okay. I only wish people could use their negative rants and energy on something more useful and allow those of us who love the day to be able to enjoy it without all the hate that's wrapped around it.
I do remember what Valentines Day was like when I was single. It was just another day. Nothing more. Even though I didn't have anyone to celebrate with I still appreciated the significance of the holiday. One of those years my father presented me with white socks that had red outlined hearts all over them. I loved it and still wear them every year. What can I say, a father is a daughter's first true love.
I can recall one particular Valentines Day 11 years ago when my husband and I were both off of work because of a terrible snow storm. I was in the process of making a lasagna when the power went out and left us with no electricity for quite some time. My son was born 40 weeks later. That is when Valentines Day became more than just a day for me and my love. I also use the day to spoil my children because, hey, I love them too!
My husband and children definitely get plenty of love and attention from me throughout the entire year but I do enjoy spending a little money and time on them on the 14th of February. Just like Christmas and birthdays, my children love receiving gifts and I enjoy seeing their faces light up when they open them. It's usually small items like candy, a stuffed animal and maybe a book but it's my way of showing them just how much they mean to me. I also get my husband some chocolate and something else too. We all dress in red and I turn as many foods as I can into heart-shapes; such as pancakes, sandwiches, potato fries and cake. The effort is something I am not capable of pulling off every day but my family sure does appreciate these bonuses.
Valentines Day is a good excuse to do something extra special and out of the ordinary for those I love.
15 THINGS MARRIAGE HAS TAUGHT ME
Last spring my husband and I celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary. I had posted this on my previous blog and it meant so much to him, so, I decided to transfer it here.
I'm not going to lie, there were times when I didn't think we were going to make it this far. There were times when I questioned if this is really worth it. Marriage is tough and our marriage has faced many challenges. When we entered life as a married couple we had plans on how we were going to be committed to one another for the rest of our lives. We didn't want our marriage to be 50/50. We planned to give each other 100% of ourselves to the other. In order to give yourself completely to your spouse takes a lot of work and I have failed in doing so many, many times. Through all the hard times, even when I felt like it wasn't worth it, my husband was still completely devoted to making sure I was happy and that our marriage was going to last until one of us takes our last breath. I want to be completely real here and admit that I am not perfect and, like any human, I have my own struggles. But it's been good and it's been worth it. I have grown so much from that 23 year old newlywed fifteen years ago. I would love to share 15 things I have learned in these fifteen years.
1. THERE WILL BE TOUGH TIMES - When you first fall in love with someone everything seems to be so perfect and wonderful. Those butterflies flutter around your stomach every time you look into his eyes and you consider yourself the luckiest woman in the world. Then, eventually, the dopamine wears off and reality sets in. Sure, you still love the guy but it's not quite like it was in the beginning. You enter new expectations and challenges. You see his flaws and you learn about each other's differences and sometimes those differences can lead into arguments. Then there is the issue of finances and how to spend money or if there's enough money to pay the bills. A marriage encounters many challenges and it's not always going to be wonderful but with faith, commitment and a willingness to get through it all no matter what it takes you can definitely get through it.
2. GIVE WITHOUT EXPECTING RECIPROCATION - Like I said earlier, I believe marriage is about giving 100% of each other. If I do something special for my husband I don't expect him to do something for me in return. If you expect the other to return favors or do something for you then you will end up disappointed. It's better to give than to receive. Of course, it is nice when he does things for me and I do appreciate it (just thought I'd throw that in there).
3. THERE WILL BE GOOD TIMES - I've mentioned the challenges and the tough times but yes there are plenty of good times. The moment we purchased our house, the two times we came home from the hospital with our new baby, vacations, promotions, raises, etc. So many good times. After fifteen years it's hard to mention all of them.
4. PUT YOUR SPOUSE FIRST - There is no room in a marriage for selfishness, although, yes, there were plenty of times when I put my needs ahead of his. I'm really sorry for doing that. My focus needs to be on what makes him happy, what he wants from me as his wife, what he needs to me to do to make things easier on him, etc. That goes with putting him first in our marriage but I also need to put him before anyone else, even our children. It was just the two of us for five years before we brought children into the world and when they are grown and out of the house it will go back to being just the two of us. We have to make sure we keep our marriage strong so we never lose sight of it. It was so easy to push our marriage aside during the time when our children were babies and toddlers. Let's face it, babies and toddlers are extremely needy and require our constant time and attention. I knew I was putting their needs ahead of their father's and that just shouldn't have happened. Marriage first.
5. KEEP GOD IN THE CENTER - My husband and I both have a hard time praying out loud. It's just something we aren't comfortable with because we believe that prayer is personal. I have prayed for my husband many times and he has prayed for me but we never took the time to pray together and with each other. Then our marriage recently hit a big bump and I won't say what that was but it wasn't good. At that point my husband got on his knees, took my hand and asked if I would pray with him. We closed our eyes and he said a prayer out loud. It was that moment that I felt comforted in knowing that we were going to be okay. Our Christian faith has always been the foundation of our marriage and we have always been committed to keeping God in the center of our marriage and in our home.
6. SET A GOOD EXAMPLE FOR OTHERS - Whenever my husband kisses me we will hear one of the kids yell, "EEEWWW!" Grossing the kids out is a good thing because it shows them what a healthy marriage looks like. We have to be an example in teaching our children what marriage looks like and what it should be so they know what to look for in a spouse and in their own marriage.
7. FORGIVE - Oh boy, this is a biggie. Marriage requires constant forgiveness. It doesn't help to hold onto grudges.
8. COMMUNICATE - It is a bad idea to keep anything bottled up inside and from your spouse. Personally, this is a tough one for me because I am not someone who can easily open up to anyone. However, my husband should be that one person that I can tell anything to, even if it's something he isn't going to understand. Communication helps with understanding each other and staying on the same track.
9. COMPROMISE - Marriage is all about compromise. As a single person it was easy for me to do whatever I wanted and however I wanted. Now that I have a spouse I have to put his needs ahead of my own. Sometimes he wants something that I don't but I have to figure out a way to make it work so that we both can be happy ... but ultimately his happiness is my main focus.
10. FIND COMMON INTEREST - For many years my husband has sat and watched some of my shows with me. I'm not sure if he was really into them but he watched them with me because it's what I liked. Recently he started becoming really interested in guns and shooting. I realized, especially in the world we live in, safety is really important and very important to a woman with small children. We both purchased memberships to a local range and we will go on dates with each other to do some shooting. It really makes him happy when I do this with him.
11. GIVE SPACE - Time together is so important but I also believe time apart is imperative too. There are eight hours in a day that I don't see my husband because he's at work and that allows me the time to miss him and look forward to when we can be together.
12. SEE EACH OTHER THROUGH GOD'S EYES - I refuse to see my husband for his flaws and imperfections. I have asked God to allow me to see him the same way that He sees him. God put him on this earth for a reason and with a purpose and I need to focus on helping him to be that person that God calls him to be.
13. SHARE INTIMACY OFTEN - I have heard couples say that their intimate life has been pushed on the back burner, especially after the kids came into the picture. I know the experience of this all too well, also. Little ones require a lot of time and attention and can leave a mother feeling really exhausted by the end of the night. Having that intimate time with my husband was the last thing on my mind. However, it's so important. God created sex for the purpose of husbands and wives to bring each other together as one flesh and it's an important part of marriage. Not just for conception but for closeness. It's a bond that you have with each other that you don't share with anyone else and that's what makes it so special.
14. FRIENDS FIRST - We met in college and became really good friends. It was so much fun hanging out and getting to know each other without the fears and uncertainties that relationships can bring. Going on a date with someone you hardly know can definitely be nerve-wracking. We were friends for two years before deciding to become more but even after the engagement and marriage we decided to continue keeping our friendship above anything else. He is my best friend.
15. STOP COMPLAINING - Oh, goodness. I have complained. A lot. My husband has heard me complain because our house is too small, the car is too old, the house can never stay clean even though I spend all day cleaning it, etc. That poor guy. The amazing thing about my husband is that he never complains. He wakes up early, goes to work, comes home and goes about the evening. He may tell me about something that went on at work that was frustrating but he just deals with it. He can so easily just brush things off his shoulders. Not me. Nope, I'm the complainer. I recently realized that complaining solves nothing and it's better to appreciate what I have instead of expecting something better. Yes, the house is messy but that's because it's lived in and I am thankful that we can provide a roof over our children's heads. My husband's job is outside of the home and he makes the money to pay the bills. My job is to make sure the house is clean and everyone is happy and I need to take care of all of that without bickering about it. Again I say, complaining solves NOTHING.
So, there it is, 15 things I have learned in the last 15 years and I'm sure I can come up with a lot more. I am thankful for my husband and his devotion to our love and family. He works hard, even when he becomes exhausted.
Monday, January 22, 2018
WHY I STARTED BLOGGING
Shortly after I got married in 2002 I stumbled across a blog called Xanga. It was a fun little community that seemed to grow with time. This was long before blogging was the thing to do. That was before all of these food blogs, mom blogs, fitness blogs, etc. This was before people got paid to write their thoughts. I loved it. I wrote about my day and that was about it. I came across other Xanga blogs and met lots of new people. It was fun. I was a part of Xanga for many years and had a few different screen names. I restarted one when I found out I was pregnant with my first born. I wrote about all of the milestones of pregnancy and life with the newborn. It was an online diary I had hoped to keep for my children to read through one day but Xanga had different plans. For a reason I still have yet to understand Xanga decided to change to a Wordpress format and then started to charge it's users. Suddenly everyone left. Eventually I couldn't even log on. Luckily I was able to save all of my posts onto a zip file so I do still have everything I wrote. I loved Xanga so much because it was a place where I could express myself and even read into the lives of others. It was a nice outlet and I miss Xanga so much.
Once Xanga made those changes I decided to move over to Blogger, where I've also had a few different screen names. Blogger is so different. I lost that community of other bloggers and I feel very isolated here. However, I will keep writing because it's what I enjoy. It continues to be my outlet.
Writing has always been therapeutic for me. I love making up fictional characters and putting them into real life situations. That is my plan for the writing I intend on doing. Blogging is something to do in the meantime. It's nice to have a place to jot down my thoughts, ideas and experiences.
From Xanga:
Once Xanga made those changes I decided to move over to Blogger, where I've also had a few different screen names. Blogger is so different. I lost that community of other bloggers and I feel very isolated here. However, I will keep writing because it's what I enjoy. It continues to be my outlet.
Writing has always been therapeutic for me. I love making up fictional characters and putting them into real life situations. That is my plan for the writing I intend on doing. Blogging is something to do in the meantime. It's nice to have a place to jot down my thoughts, ideas and experiences.
From Xanga:
Sunday March 25, 2007
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Well,
here I am again! I've been so busy lately. We have inventory coming up
at work on April 2nd so I've been putting in a lot of hours. I just
thought it was time to get back into the swing of things on xanga,
especially since I have exciting news to share. Other than Rob and my best friend Tina, no one knows about this yet. I really didn't want to make a big deal about it yet, but I can't help myself. Are you ready?
I'M PREGNANT!
Yesterday I woke up and decided to take a pregnancy test just for the heck of it. I'm irregular so I never know when "that time" is going to happen, but I thought "that time" should have at least happened by now. So I peed on the stick and to my surprise it came up POSITIVE! I was in total shock. I couldn't believe it. I mean, I feel totally fine (other than sore boobs and frequent urinating) I have no major symptoms. So I waited for Rob to come home from work and I hesitated because I wasn't ready to tell him. I sat on the bed and waiting for him to finish his shower. When he dressed he laid on the bed and stared at me. I told him I had something to show him and then I showed him the stick. He asked what that meant. "You're going to be a daddy!" I answered. "No way! That's not what it means! Where's the book?" he totally freaked out. It was funny because the both of us had been planning to have a baby, but we are completely in shock over it. I really didn't think it was going to happen, especially so soon. So I ended up taking another pregnancy test, this time a digital readout one. It said PREGNANT! So that's the story. I still can't believe it. I don't feel any different at all. I guess it's too soon. I'm going to call the doctor on Monday to schedule an appointment and then go from there. For those of you who don't believe I'm going to tell you ... God DOES exist, but he answers prayers in his own way and his own time. I'm a total believer of that now. I'm just scared because I don't know what is going to happen next. Anything is possible. Well, in other baby news today I'm going to be going to a baby shower for one of my really close friends, Carol. She's due in May. I'll keep you posted ... |
3 Comments
OMG its soooooooooooooooooo awesome! I'm so happy, I want to drive out there and hug you now! :) lololol
Posted 3/25/2007 at 2:17 PM by fyrebebe
PRAISE GOD!!...PRAISE GOD!!...PRAISE GOD!!...............WOOOOOOOWOOOOOWOOOOOO!!!!!
.....I'VE BEEN PRAYIN' 4 U....& THAT IT WOULD BE GOD'S WILL FOR YAWL TO HAVE A BABY......HE HAS ANSWERED........I'M SO HAPPY 4 U & ROB.... ;)
GOD BLESS U DAWN....& TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF....
((HUGS)) greg <>< =]
.....I'VE BEEN PRAYIN' 4 U....& THAT IT WOULD BE GOD'S WILL FOR YAWL TO HAVE A BABY......HE HAS ANSWERED........I'M SO HAPPY 4 U & ROB.... ;)
GOD BLESS U DAWN....& TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF....
((HUGS)) greg <>< =]
Posted 3/26/2007 at 12:14 AM by GLEDSOME
yay!!!! I am so happy for you! Congratulations and God's speed!!! :-)
Posted 3/26/2007 at 8:48 AM by LoraleeAnnette
Friday, January 19, 2018
LIVIING WITH DEPRESSION
We now live in a time where many people suffer with depression. A study showed over 300 million people suffer with it. There are many types of depression; some more severe than others, but all need to be taken seriously. Even though so many talk about the struggles with their own mental illness I remember a time when it wasn't heard of much. At least, I never heard anyone else talk about it.
I rarely share my battle with anyone. My husband doesn't know everything and a lot of my close friends don't either. My family, aside from my parents, aren't even aware. I never felt comfortable talking about it and I certainly don't want anyone to think that I'm looking for attention or making a cry for help. That's what everyone assumes when you mention it. So I kept my mouth shut and hid the pain as best as I could. I'm sure people could see it in my facial expression. How could you not? I don't smile much. I say a lot of things negatively. I guess people think it's because I'm a mean person, but I'm not. I'm depressed. I realize it's time to share my story of that.
I was diagnosed with manic depression after a suicide attempt at the age of fourteen. Yes, you heard it right, a suicide attempt. A friend from school found out and reported it to a teacher, who then reported it to the guidance counselor. I remember sitting in the counselor's office unsure of what to say or even what to think as she called my parents to tell them. A threat of suicide is not one to be taken lightly and it needs to be reported and I understood that. It devastated my parents. We had lost my cousin a few years before because of suicide. In that moment of wanting to take my own life I could understand his reasoning for taking his, for everyone's reason for why they kill themselves. Because the mental pain hurts too much.
My depression started long before the age of 14, I'm sure of it. I remember, even as a small child, feeling unhappy and miserable. I remember, being about 8 or 9, playing in my front yard and thinking about how I wish I could get some horrible disease that would take my life. What kid thinks of that? There were plenty of other times when I thought so many stupid things such as that. I quit ballet because I was bored with it, I stopped trying in school because I didn't care, I said and did a lot of things that caused friends to not want to hang out with me anymore. I felt unliked. Unwanted. Even though I had a family that gave me a ton of love and attention. I couldn't help how I felt.
Then I started seventh grade, junior high, and things were starting to look up. I still battled with some emotions but I made new friends and gained a little independence. By independence, I mean, my mom started allowing me to wear makeup and I could go to the mall and movies with my friends without adult supervision. I felt like I was starting to become somebody. Life was picking up. It was great. Then my parents announced that they were selling the house and we were moving. That was the biggest shock of my life. We didn't move down the street. We moved to another state. From New York to Pennsylvania. What a huge difference. I wasn't happy about it and I could feel my world crashing down ... fast.
So, I started eighth grade in a new school with new people. I managed to find a group of friends to hang out with. One girl, in particular, gave me a lot of problems. One minute she was my best friend and another minute she was my worst enemy. This story isn't about her, though, so I'll skip all that. Eighth grade was a bad year and we'll leave it at that. Then came 9th grade. High school. It was a new adventure for everyone in my class and I was no longer looked at as the new girl. Just a few weeks before school started I lost a friend in a fire so that brought on a bad start to the year. Throughout everything I continued to have so much running through my head. I couldn't stop it. Trust me, I wanted to stop it. I hated my life. No matter what good came from it I hated my life. I hated living in Pennsylvania and I craved my old life in New York. I felt out of place. I felt like I didn't belong in PA but when I went back to NY I felt like I didn't belong there either. It was horrible. So, that came my first attempt at suicide - a knife to my wrist. Unsuccessfully, of course.
After my parents found out, and part of the school administration, I was sent to a psychiatrist, who diagnosed me with depression and put me on medication. I was on the medication all through high school and part of college. I also started seeing a psychologist and occasionally the school counselor called me in to check up. It wasn't a fun thing to go through but I did it and I made sure I took my medicine every day. It helped a little.
Being a teenager and dealing with high school drama is bad enough. While everyone was planning their future and deciding what they wanted to do after graduation I was thinking of nothing. My mind was numb and I couldn't see a future for myself. For awhile, I couldn't see a life passed the age of 17. So what I was going to do with the rest of my life wasn't even a thought in my mind. I didn't care. My grades weren't good enough for a prestigious college, or any college for that matter. I also had poor attendance, especially my senior year. I would wake up in the morning and have trouble getting out of bed. My mom allowed me to stay home when I felt that way. I guess she feared something would happen if I did leave. Or maybe she just didn't care to fight me about it. I spent a lot of time laying in bed. Most of my time was spent in my bedroom just day dreaming and focusing my mind on pretending to be in a different life. I wrote a lot too. I loved writing. It was therapeutic, to say the least. Eventually, I found other methods of "therapy" but I won't discuss that here. I tried so many things to find happiness. In the years of struggling with depression I lost a lot of friends, mainly because I cancelled plans a lot. I just didn't feel like leaving the house. It was too hard to.
After graduating high school I went to community college for a semester and flunked out. It was because of my attendance. I just couldn't get myself motivated. Then my dad, angry as he should be, gave me an ultimatum - either find another college to go to or pay rent if I wanted to continue to live under his roof. I knew my life was off track and I was going nowhere and I wanted to change. So badly, I wanted to change. That's when I started business school and met some new friends. They were devoted Christians who enjoyed attending church and Christian-related functions. I joined in and quickly decided to give my life to Christ. In those two years of business school I felt really good. My depression was barely there anymore. It was great. I was able to enjoy life and time with friends. It felt like everything was falling into place. At that point I wasn't even on anti-depressants anymore and I stopped seeking therapy. I didn't need it.
Unfortunately, that feeling of peace and happiness didn't last. After graduating from college I entered the "real world" as a lot of teachers once called it. I went from one office job to another because I couldn't seem to find a steady one that worked out. In that time things were starting to get serious between me and one of my best friends in business school. He's the one I married. Even now, in a wonderful marriage with a man who takes such good care of me and two amazing kids and many other things to be grateful for - I still find myself depressed at times. It's definitely not what it used to be when I was a teenager but it's still there. I'm sure it will always be there. A few years ago I attended a few counseling sessions with a psychologist and my medical doctor prescribed anti-depressants again. This was after I started getting anxiety, and that's a topic of discussion for another time. I'm not on the medicine anymore and I stopped seeking therapy because of cost.
I am depressed. I will probably always be depressed. I'm sure there are a lot of things about my battle with depression that I have left out. The last therapist I saw said that she can't find a reason for why I'm depressed but it's probably just a chemical imbalance in the brain and something I will always have to deal with forever. It's not an easy thing to fathom. There are days when I can easily hide the pain and then there are days when my husband is aware of my struggle but he can't understand it. Throughout life I've heard many people say, "snap out of it." "you can get over it." "just think of all the good things you have." etc. Trust me, if it were that easy I'm sure depression would be something unheard of. No one wants to suffer. It's not a choice we make and it's certainly not something we can so easily snap out of. But there is treatment and there is help.
I have found that by just praying or reading Scripture I can get a better grasp on things. Being a believer doesn't take it away but it helps give me hope. I also found that exercise and a healthy diet helps too. I would love to share those things with you, in time, on this blog. If I can help someone else who suffers with depression I am willing to do that. Also, if you stumble upon my page and you are suffering I want you to know that you are not alone. You are also worth so much in this world and even though it hurts and it's tiring and the struggle is real ... you deserve happiness and peace and you deserve the help. I want to help. All you have to do is reach out.
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