While taking a bunch of photos with my webcam last night (see them all at Flickr), I happened to take this shot:
Daniel’s reaction upon seeing it was simple. “Wow. That is sexy.” He then proceeded to ravish me senseless.
Looking back at that photo and seeing it through his eyes and replaying his reaction in my head over and over again made me realize something I’ve kind of known but denied over the past few months: it is entirely too easy to lose yourself in the midst of being a mother. When the days pass in a blur of breastfeeding, diapering, sorting, washing, drying, folding and putting away laundry, making meals, cleaning, sweeping, mopping, picking up toys, putting together puzzles, reading stories, scrubbing crayon off the wall and pen marks off the child, baths, cups, and more diapering, it’s easy to push aside myself.
But Dan is really good at reminding me that I am more than just a mother. Whether it’s a quick kiss, a suggestive remark, a crude remark, a slap to the ass as I’m making dinner, a wolf whistle when I’m standing on my head trying to find a missing toy, a caress of my hip, a hand at my waist when he reaches past me for something, or the fun things that happen at night when the kids are in bed and we’re finally alone, he always lets me know that I am still a sensual, sexual woman with desires that need to be fulfilled.
He reminds me that my breasts do more than feed our son. My hands can caress a lover just as well as they can soothe a boo-boo or tie a shoelace. My arms can hold my husband just as easily as they can comfort an upset child. My hips can prop up a baby; they can also drive my husband wild in bed. My lips can kiss chubby toddler cheeks and dimpled baby knees. They can also stimulate and titillate. My voice can sing “Old McDonald Had a Farm” until the cows come home (ee-yi-ee-yi-yo!); it can also whisper sweet nothings.
I am a mother. But I am me, first. And I need to remember that.
wow very well written , thats something to live by.
What a great entry. It’s always good to take a moment and remember that we’re still women during the hectic busy-ness of it all. Having a husband that helps you realize that on a daily basis is also really great too.
Def something to think about. My bf does it so much sometimes I think something is wrong or either he wants something, lol. He’ll hug me and say “I love you” and then I’ll go “What’s Wrong?” then he’ll say “Oh just wanted to tell you that I love you.”
I definitely agree with you and intend to keep this in mind when I have children, you can’t lose a sense of yourself just because something/someone enters into your life.
Tha’s very beautifully written.
It’s great that you have such a wonderful, supporting husband. They’re hard to find, so we must be a few of the lucky ones
This was a great blog, It’s nice to have a great husband isn’t it? I can finally feel what it’s like to be loved and appreciated so we should count our lucky stars to have our men in our corners.
Wow. Well written… and I can totally relate. Being a mom is so easy to get caught up in and loose who you are… But our hubbys thats what a part of their job is for – to remind us just who we are and how wonderful we are! :D
Awww, what a well written and sweet post.
*chuckle* .. you must love that photo . . I’ve noticed you’re using it as your avatar too !