Date written 18/12/2008 14:05:11
I had all sorts of expectations regarding parenthood (mainly gleaned from friends, magazines and TV) from the positive - staring in adoration at my adorable newborn, discovering a natural ability to sing all nursery rhymes in perfect key, having giant boobs to the gloomy - sleepless nights, pureed pumpkin stains on my clothes, having giant boobs (yes, that is on both lists) yet the one thing that has taken me by surprise has been the way in which parenting together has strengthened my marriage.
My husband and I are growing closer to each other with every shared look of pride as our son achieves another milestone, says something adorably cute or snuggles into bed between the two of us in the morning. As we walk through a park with our son in between us, holding both our hands, we feel closer than we ever did back in the days were we held each other’s hands with no sticky fingers in between.
As we sit by our daughter's incubator in the special care unit, we talk without words - telling each other that we love each other as much as we love this tiny fighter whom we long to bring home. When we do bring her home, we grow closer with every 2am feed - that is always followed by a sleepy "I love you" as we both snuggle back into the exhausted sleep of new parents the world over.
My husband expresses his love differently nowadays, compared to the heady days of first dates. Then he brought me roses and chocolates, took me out for dinner, and danced with me to music no-one else could hear in his living room. Today he brings me home cabbage leaves for mastitis, takes the children out for dinner while I sleep and dances with the toddler to the wiggles in our living room.
I used to tell him I loved him always, now, I tell him I love him all ways - as a man, as a husband, but most of all, as the father of my precious children - and my partner in this amazing journey of parenthood.
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