Friday, September 26, 2014

A Letter to My Newlywed Self

I've been wanting to write a post on marriage for a while now.  I actually started writing one a while ago, but when it got to 3,000 words I decided to scrap that and write a letter to myself as a newlywed instead (here's to being concise!).  I have very few regrets over the course of my life, but the early years of our marriage holds one of them.  It's easy to put up a front and look like you have the perfect relationship on the outside, while keeping a lot hidden...and I really did that.  So if I could go talk to 19-year-old-newlywed Kristen, this is what I would say.

Dear Younger Kristen,

Congratulations on getting married!  I know you feel like it couldn’t come fast enough.  But, can you believe it?  You are finally here, where you always wanted to be.

Now that the honeymoon vacation is over and Billy’s back to work, I know what you’re thinking.  There’s so much to do.  You’ve got to prepare for the fall semester, get your apartment in order, and start figuring out how to cook something other than tacos or pancakes.  Your mental list is long.

I know you’re also thinking about this new adventure of being married.  It’s so much fun to be known as Kristen Ephraim, isn’t it?  And waking up next to your husband every day and embarking on all the new couple-y activities like finding a church with a newlyweds Sunday School class, grocery shopping together (that one won’t work out too well, just so you know), and doing his laundry and…hmm.  That doesn’t really seem so exciting.  I mean, you knew those things were coming, so it’s not a surprise.  But it seemed so much more romantic before you got married.  Now that you’re there in the middle of it, cooking and cleaning and laundry and being the wife is a little more work than what you were anticipating.

But, you know what?  It’s okay to not do it all.  Your tiny little apartment does not have to be perfectly clean and organized all the time.  You will learn to let these things go, but honestly it will only happen after you have your third child (and you will live in a much larger house that can’t be cleaned in less than 10 minutes).  Those are coming, by the way.  The kids.  In a few years you will have three perfect, charming, and beautiful little monsters who will consume most of your day.  They are way more hilarious than you could ever anticipate.  They will also push you until you don’t think you have anything left to give.  They will scare you to death, make you cry and yell, and they will melt your heart.  You will see so much of yourself and Billy in them, which will make you proud and scared at the same time.  You will worry about how you will raise them to be strong, independent, and compassionate young women.  And no, I don’t have that one figured out yet…but I’m trusting that it will be okay.

Really, the reason I’m writing this letter is because I want to talk to you about your brand-new, very young husband.  I know you love him so much and you already know how great he is.  But can I just tell you something?  He needs you just as much as you need him.  I already know how stubborn you can be, Kristen…because I was you.  I remember how you shut Billy out when you were upset.  How insecure you were in your own worth.  How afraid you were to let people down.  How embarrassed and ashamed you felt because physical intimacy with your husband was painful and nothing like what you thought it would be.  And how all of that just consumed your thoughts.

You and Billy will go through a few really difficult years until this problem gets sorted out (almost 6 years, actually).  You will wonder if being married is the same as living with a roommate.  You will break each other’s hearts while trying to figure out what married life is supposed to look like.  You will beg God for healing and change and get bitter when it doesn’t happen immediately.  You will give up and lose hope and try to accept that this is what your life will look like…but that sweet husband of yours?  He will stick by you.  He will hear you when you are venting and raging and just done.  And he will be the one who encourages you to make that appointment one more time.

And at that appointment, you have my permission to just lose it.  Tell that midwife everything (believe me, if you don’t tell her, she will ask you the most embarrassing questions and then you’ll have to tell her anyway).  She will look you in the eye and say, “Girl, this is not right.  There’s no way you should live like that.”  And she will not only diagnose you, but also refer you to a specialist who will (through prayer, hard work, and God’s hand) help heal you. 

It will still take some time for you to let go of that problem, even after the physical healing happens.  You will hold onto your mental and emotional barriers.  You and Billy will refer to that mental block as “the brick wall.”  Every negative experience puts 10 bricks on, and every positive experience takes one brick down.  But don’t lose hope!  I’ll go ahead and tell you that after you celebrate your seventh anniversary, things get a lot better.  You and Billy will finally enjoy everything that God designed for marriage.  You will feel free to actually communicate with Billy (using real words, not just the silent treatment!).  You will lean on each other when the kids are going crazy and life gets stressful.  You will be able to enjoy sex with your husband and it will fortify your marriage like you wouldn’t believe.  You will learn to see the storms you endured in your early years as laying the foundation for your commitment, and you will learn to thank God for those hard times.

I know you hear people say this all the time: marriage is hard.  And I think you do know that, despite being a newlywed.  But can I encourage you, right now?  Marriage is AWESOME.  Yes, it’s challenging.  You will get mad, bored, stressed, and lazy.  But you will find that your husband will be the very best part of your day.  He will make you laugh and give you grace.  He will do anything he possibly can to make you feel loved (including, but not limited to, Thai food and blizzards from Dairy Queen).  He will support you when you’re hurting and say “I love you” a million times a day because he means it.  He will take the time to have deep conversations with you about America’s education system, how to raise our children to not be idiots, and what we think will happen on the next season of The Walking Dead.  He won’t laugh at you when you say stupid things when you’re tired, like “You can only see lightning at night.”  Or rather, he won’t laugh until you realize what you just said and then you both lose it. 

So yes, marriage is hard.  But it is also fun and good and hilarious and life changing.  Kristen, it is seriously the best decision you ever made.  Billy was the perfect choice for you.  Thank God every day that you have him as your husband for life.  And just so you know, we don’t have it all figured out yet.  But we are learning and growing and happy.  You will love it when you get here. 

With love from the future,

Kristen

Friday, September 19, 2014

A Bad Week

In the interest of fleshing out what I last wrote about, here's a rundown of our not-so-great week, which has pushed me to my breaking point more times than I care to admit.

So...we are moving.  We are actually very excited about that and are pretty thrilled with our new home, but as everyone knows moving is just hard.  We are in the middle of packing, purging, and getting ready for a yard sale, so our house is just a huge disaster.  I am not a neat freak, but I really dislike living in clutter and mess.  It overwhelms me and puts me in a terrible mood.  Chores have gotten put on the back burner, so our house isn't very clean, either.  Dirty dishes, piles of laundry, dust and pine needles and tiny specks of who knows what all over the carpet....ugh.

The kids are having a tough time right now.  They must sense my stress, because they are fighting a lot and pushing many of my buttons.  Ellie and Piper get upset anytime they see me put something in the yard sale pile...like unopened containers of Play-Doh that they've never played with that are also duplicate colors that we already have.  Or a bowl that I've had since college that has no purpose.  Or a wipe warmer that we haven't used in a year.  It doesn't matter what it is, they are really bothered by it.  So I feel like a crazy hoarder trying to hide the yard sale stuff from them...and I've run out of space to store all this stuff where they can't see it.  Now that the temperature has gone down a bit, Ellie complains of being cold all the time because she has no fat on her tiny little body.  If they're not wearing socks AT ALL TIMES it is a crisis and....yeah.

I found lice on Piper.  LICE.  I wanted to cry a million tears over that.  Objectively, I know that lice isn't *that* big of a deal.  But it really is for me, because I had it as a kid and it was probably the most humiliating thing I experienced as a child.  A thousand times worse than throwing up in the middle of my fourth grade classroom in front of everyone.  This is the thing that has pushed me over the edge this week.  I have cried and yelled and just lost my mind over this.  It has been horrible.

I am eternally grateful for Billy, who is calm when I am...not.  He has been the kindest, most level-headed person this week (he really is all the time, but I've noticed it so much more this week while I'm going crazy).  He came home on his lunch break today to find me in pajamas and a bathrobe, not showered and just generally stressed, and he gave me a kiss and said, "You look nice."  I definitely did not look nice, but he meant it.  Thank you, God, for giving me this sweet man!

Are any of these things horrible?  No.  Will they get better?  Thank goodness, yes!  I have learned so much about myself this week, especially pertaining to the lice situation.  It seems like a weird (disgusting?) way to learn a lesson, but I've realized just how many of my childhood hurts I still carry with me.  I have let many of those things go as I've gotten older...but that one is still with me and still holds a lot of power over me.  So this week has been about me getting that out of my system.  I have ranted and shared all of my deep dark childhood lice secrets with Billy and that actually did make me feel better.  Just having someone acknowledge how I feel with complete empathy has been really great.  Thankfully, the kids are so young that I don't think they know about the lice.  I've just been turning it all into a big game..."Come on girls, let's go put some magic shampoo in your hair!  Now it's time to use the special magic comb!  Now I'm going to hold a flashlight over your hair and you have to be like a statue!"  I'm really glad my kids are easily convinced that I have all these magical things.

Billy's mom is coming to stay with us this weekend, so hopefully Billy and I will be able to get a lot of packing/cleaning/purging done.  Our yard sale is next Saturday and I can't wait.  I know it will feel so nice to have gotten rid of some unnecessary things, and then we can just focus on getting ready to move.  I'm already looking forward to living in the new house...central air and heat, a garage, a big kitchen, and yes, friends...a DISHWASHER.

Now, some pictures to remind me of the good things!

Piper being such a girl
Ellie is ready for winter

Grace can no longer be contained to one room...she is on the move!

Grace trying to crawl into a box...

Ellie started dance class this past week and loves it!

This baby is so happy!

The girls undergoing a "magic beauty treatment"...aka lice treatment.  And Piper was showing off her tushy so that would be why there's a random boom box on her bum... :)
I am so thankful that even in a bad week, there's much to laugh about!