So for today’s #ThursdayTruths, I’m experiencing some nostalgia around the biggest truth of my life. The biggest truth of my life is that my relationship was a coincidence that was intended to happen! A few days ago, I had a look at some old photos. They were pictures of our proposal, wedding and reception. These images held some of my most treasured memories and then I noticed a pattern. A pattern emerged between the images of the three functions, a pattern that I had not noticed before. My husband was caught looking at me while I wasn’t even looking at him. You remember, when you were younger, there was this quote that was always loved, “The best feeling in the world is when you look up to look at him and he’s already looking at you” (or something like that) . Yeah, this was it. No really. Although I hadn’t noticed it at the time, I did now and suddenly I was thankful. Thankful that I had someone that loved me when I wasn’t trying, someone that had my back always and that in every picture of us, held my hand. Boy, was I lucky!
We begin our days with Goodmornings and Hello’s. We spend all day conversing finding out things for our jobs, our lives, sometimes just having a plain old catch up. I spend my days trying to manage and maintain a home, trying to work from home and trying to ensure that the roof over our head isn’t being burned to ashes by my kids.
My day involves a lot of shouts, a few warnings here and there, the ocassional screaming match between brother and sister, alot of tag team fights where usually I’m the one that’s left without a partner and obviously fights in which I am the referee.
We go through the motions of the day quite routinely, and we should be as we’ve been doing this for 3 years now. When it comes to bed time, we usually watch Generations the Legacy on SABC 1 at 8, we wait for the Uzalo theme song to play (because my kids have this ritual to sing along to it.. don’t even ask me why because I really have no idea!) and then we begin our lock up routine. After that the kids have to help their dad bring our air cooler in to the room and then they begin to nag for their milk. Once we get in bed then the kids stories of the day will start and our son will begin to talk. Once they finally get settled, quiten down and begin to fall asleep, we whisper apologies in their ears for the scoldings that we have given them, any injuries or falls that may have occurred during the day (and believe me, even a slight misbalance is a HUGE deal and apparently requires hospitalization… yeah, its ALL drama with us lol). We shower them with kisses, speak about their naughty but loveable ways and smile ourselves to sleep.
I didn’t realize when this became our bedtime ritual but last night when we were putting the kids to sleep, I heard my husband apologizing (the kids were fighting with each other) to my son, and I realized that I do the very same thing every day as well.
Its so amazing how wonderful these little things can make you feel. Recently, I’ve been hearing of so many people passing away. When you think of people passing away, you are always forced to face the fact that life cannot be taken for granted. Small moments like our bed time routine is what life is made of. These amazing moments will be a present to you when you stroll down memory lane, and open each memory, made with so much love.
Live each moment by following your heart and make the best and most amazing memories.
Something a little different today from my usual posts. Forgive me for I have not been posting any personal posts recently… been so busy with my amazing husband series (and every other commitment) that I just didn’t get the time for any other writing! Before you go into this post, I know that there will be a lot of people questioning what type of person I am for publishing something that shines a bad light on motherhood. Let’s be honest and fair here people, there’s nothing better than motherhood. No matter how many posts like this there are out there, every mother should identify with what I’m saying and also agree when I say that no matter what motherhood requires us to do, we love being moms anyway. So lets dive into it!
My husband and I are totally different, but we complement each other well and I think we’re both better people because of the other one (cheesy but true). We’re both very hands-on parents – he’s probably changed just as many nappies as I have – and even though we parent differently it seems to work well.
If I could describe the relationship between my husband and I, one word comes to mind “soulful”. We have a soulful relationship where we are the best of friends, after all these years we still get each other, can finish each other’s sentences and that we completely trust each other to share our inner most feelings with one another.
Some might say that we have a weird relationship because we are not your traditional lovey dovey, clingy couple. We love being together and doing things together, but we both need space and respect the need for space. It took us a while to get our groove, but we do things the way it works for us. We are best friends, who love to laugh and have little impromptu adventures. He is my favourite weirdo and I love that we do things differently than what our parents did. We do it our way, we are the Joubert’s and we love helping others, being around friends and family, but also just love being home doing our thing.
Our relationship is pretty much equal. We are roughly the same age, even though he likes to think he’s MUCH older, his birthday is less than a month before mine! We came together when we weren’t really looking for something but right away we knew we had something special. We laid down the ground rules right from the very beginning and it worked out well for us. Life isn’t always easy as a mixed raced couple but that’s outside influence which we’ve come to ignore. Our unit is solid.