O is soooooo big already. He sat up on his own last night, and I burst into tears!
I can't handle this growing up business. OBVIOUSLY, I want him to have a long and healthy life, but can't he just be my baby forever?
It's outta control.
I can't believe that he's going to be 6 months next week....
In related news, I turned 29 recently. I was not a fan of turning 29.
Wasn't I supposed to accomplish a lot more? Aren't I supposed to be thinner and more successful?
30 is looming, and things are not the way I'd hoped for them to be.
Last year, we were here and oh yeah, here.
And while some things have changed, it's still a very familiar story except now we're throwing in a baby for extra character development.
It's scary and it's frustrating b/c I want my son to have a good life. I want my husband and I to have a good marriage. Which we do, but the last 2 years has been very hard for us. I don't think we've really had a moment yet to breathe-- to really relax and enjoy being a couple, and now, a family.
We're always trying to figure out how to get to the next step-holding our breath, b/c it feels like at any moment, the other shoe could drop.
I know that's a horrible way to live. I know we need to be grateful (we are) for what we do have.
There's just so much pressure to be "successful." To want more.
This got me thinking: What IS that, exactly?
According to the ever-pervasive "they," success is:
a well-paying salaried job, a nice home, a nice car, a Roth IRA and a 401K.
My husband works hard, gets paid by the hour.
We live in his parent's nice home.
He drives a Jetta that has over a 102 thousand miles on it and a constant check engine light blinking.
I think I may have a great-great grandfather named Ira.
I have friends who've run 5-10ks.
You can see why we feel a little second-class these days....
Butt on the flip side, I constantly try to remind myself of the progress we've made since moving in with the ILs, that perhaps won't recieve any kudos from "the them," but has been huge for us.
After both losing our jobs, my hubs has been at his for 3 years.
We were able to climb out of the red and move into black.
We're able to pay our bills in full every month.
We've drastically improved our credit that took a hit after being unemployed.
We're finally paying down our debt (slowly, but) successfully.
We actually have some money in savings. (!!!)
Most importantly, we've continued to grow in our marriage and we've welcomed a healthy, gorgeous son who we keep fed and cared for.
Why isn't that successful? Where's the respect for those triumphs?
We would LOVE to move out on our own. We dream of owning a home, of being debt-free of having a 401K, but for now, but we can only do so much.
I know that my 29th year is probably not going to be what I had envisioned, and the same will probably be said for my 30th year, but every day I will try to keep moving forward and be successful in my perseverance.
Even so, I know there will be days where I curse everything, cry, and rage against the wreckage that I feel my life has become, but who doesn't have those days?
Things WILL turn around.
We will finally make enough money to get our own place.
We will be able to buy a new car.
We will be debt free.
We will get to the next step.
It might just not be as soon as we hoped. And that has to be okay.
We are better off than we were.
We are moving forward.
We are in this together.
We are good parents.
We are a FAMILY.
Being an adult is hard. Being okay with not being a "perfect adult" is even harder.
I'm thankful for all that I have. I think it's okay to want to achieve more.
I have a tendency to criticize my accomplishments that aren't all-encompassing, that don't fit squarely in to society's check list for a happy life.
I have to stop that, for the sake of myself and my family.
It's the little victories that usually add up to mean the most. I need to stop and celebrate them.
I hope your celebrate your own.