Happy Superbowl Sunday!
I have no vested interest in the Superbowl this year. I don’t follow those teams. While my facebook news feed has been littered with Superbowl mania, this is what I posted just a little bit ago.
There is NO exaggeration there. Donny literally does all of the chores and manages to do them stealthily so that I don’t realize that they’re already done until I grab a fresh towel or clean bottle from the cupboard. And he didn’t do it as a pass to get out of the house for the big game. He does this regularly. And he’s not even going out for the game this year. Sometimes, I think he has an unhealthy addiction to cleaning, but I’m not going to be the one to recommend Cleaners Anonymous.
I’m a lucky lady. I know this. As I’ve learned over the course of nearly 4 months, it’s easy to forget that because I assume that he knows it without me reminding him that I know it. We get so used to things as they are and now that I have forgetful ‘mom’ brain as all my new-mom colleagues have sighed in agreement, it’s even more easy to walk by the roses. It’s easy to think, we got married, made those vows, who needs to repeat them? But. We do. We’re human. We need the reminders.
Thus, the facebook status. And this post. I’m shouting it to the world and maybe in the future, I can send myself regular reminders to reread this note of gratitude and sincere appreciation for how he spoils me. He’s more involved than most fathers and is going to be a great role model for our little man.
He isn’t perfect and he can’t totally relate to what I am going through as a new first-time mother, but he tries. His grand gestures aren’t necessarily worthy of passages in fairy tale novels that I used to
read watch when I was a little girl. Maybe for today’s modern world? I get the flowers, candy, surprise presents, when even though sometimes, I just want to feel not-crazy when I’m sharing a feeling. Sometimes he gets it, sometimes he doesn’t, but it’s fun figuring it out with him.
And I love him.