Friday, April 26, 2013

A secret no more

Sometimes I feel that I'm not being honest here.

Because I don't tell you everything about the littles.

I don't tell you that Ryan still wants to hold my hand when we go down the stairs and how that makes me feel loved. I leave out the part where Ryan climbs into his father's lap to have his bottle and his father can't stop running his fingers through Ryan's hair. If Ryan hurts himself somehow, all he needs is for me to kiss it away - I have that superpower and I keep that to myself. But his is the real superpower - he makes me feel like I can do this, this mom thing. He makes me look good - that's my secret.

I don't tell you how this little babydoll lights up the moment she sees me and how much I look forward to that. How it gets me, everytime. I can't express how much I want to protect her, to shield her from everything bad. I haven't told you how she makes her daddy go weak in the knees when her nose crinkles up because her grin is so big. She makes me look like I can juggle everything, be supermom. She's my secret.

And yes, I haven't told you about my husband. How he is naughty sometimes, and how, when he is good, how truly good he is. How he never says no to me. How he says, "I'll take care of it", whether or not he does. What a good father he is. He makes me look like I can do this, this being an adult-with-a-family thing. That's my secret too. 

So I haven't been honest with you here.

Because I didn't want to come across as being better than anyone. Showing off.

But you know what? Everyone should feel that they have the best husband, the best wife, the best son, the best daughter, the best life. Otherwise, what the hell are you doing?

Everyone should feel that they have something to show off. That they love their life so much that their joy is uncontainable, that they need to shout it from the rooftops. Everyone should celebrate their children, so that their children know that they are celebrated, so that their children know that they are worth celebrating.

So, no more hiding. Let the secret out - I have the perfect family. I don't know what I did to deserve these perfect people, but I'm definitely going to celebrate them, loud and proud.


Sue said...


I just want to say yours is indeed a beautiful and perfect family. Beautiful and perfect because you choose to see it that way, appreciate and be grateful for the little things in life. It is sad when you see others who don't realize they too have a perfect family because they choose to focus on only the flaws.

Thank you for sharing and thank you for being a beautiful woman.

Sue :)

Pinkie Pirate said...

Sue, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. :)

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