Lonely Toothbrush

January 20, 2010

Last night as I was brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed, I set my toothbrush in the holder all by itself and thought…. “I am so thankful that my toothbrush isn’t always alone.” I am so thankful to have a partner in this world. Not just a warm body that happens to live in the same house but a real partner. Someone to listen calmly as I debate the merits of a 7:30 vs 7:00 bedtime for the tenth time. Someone who loves me enough that when our baby is 3 weeks old and I am crying because I want to quit breastfeeding so badly, he can look at me and say, “This is your choice and I know you will make the best decision. I know it is a sacrifice but I will do whatever I can to make it easier.” and really mean it.

I am thankful that when Mike is out of town, Scott counts down the days until he gets back. I am thankful that I am not enough for the kids.

I am grateful for a husband who would do whatever he had to do to keep our family safe and healthy. I am also thankful for a husband that if he chose to, could travel every week and make more money, but gives himself limits because we are more important to him.

I am lucky that I have a husband that gives me my time alone and even though I know he doesn’t completely understand everything that goes into our day, he pretends like he does. I am lucky I have a husband I know would never purposefully do anything to hurt me or our kids.

As I have gotten older and my peer group has become moms, I have come to realize that not everyone has what I have. I grew up in a home where my dad went to work everyday and also did the ironing. It was an equal partnership and while I knew not everyone had that, it was distant. It wasn’t a friend.

I know I take Mike for granted. I know I can be neurotic and bossy and obsessive and definitely moody and fickle and selfish and my running clothes stink and he still loves me.

To all the good husbands out there (especially mine) thank you for sticking with us worn out sleep deprived moms and our snot covered clothes. I know I don’t say it enough… but thank you for all you do. I would be lost without you.

5 Responses to “Lonely Toothbrush”

  1. alliwaw Says:

    You know, it doesn’t sound like you take your hubby for granted! Ease up on yourself! Being a mom is tough…and most people can and will do it right in their own way. A 7 or 7 30 bedtime, does it really matter? Maybe a timed schedule is not as important as a routine….

    Sounds like your a concerned and great mom with a great man by your side, and sounds like your grateful for it!

  2. Mike Says:

    I miss you, and love you so much.

  3. midlifereality Says:

    I feel that way when Scott snores. I’m so thankful that I’m not alone and can hear the noise of someone beside me.

  4. Melissa Robinson Says:

    Oh just stop it damnit. You’re always bringing tears to my eyes!!

  5. Brenda Says:

    Very sweet! Darryn is a lot like Mike, only instead of listening while I debate 30 minutes on a bedtime, it’s standing in front of the thermostat debating a couple of degrees…”Cash has on footies tonight, but Caleb gets really hot when he sleeps. But Caleb’s room is the coldest in the house. But it’s supposed to be really cold tonight. Hmmmm…72? 73? 70?” It’s nice to know that even when *I* know I’m being obsessive and a tad extreme, Darryn won’t tell me that and act like he thinks it matters, too! 🙂 Hard to remember that not everybody has that, so thanks for your post, and I’m glad that you do! OH, but I’m not thankful when I hear him snore. That warrants a sharp kick to the legs…..

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