“I need a tissue for my feelings.” These are the words my almost two and half year-old daughter sniffed as she struggled to stop crying one night. Hubs and I can’t remember what the cause of her tears was, probably because our hearts were so busy melting our brains were focused on keeping us together enough to grant her simple request. My heart broke for my daughter, not only because of the words she used, but because of the weight of her acknowledgement that she has feelings and knows she must manage them. Somehow the depth of that statement coming from her little voice was more than I could handle.
I’m late to the party on this one, but by now I’m sure most of you have seen an article going around Facebook lately called 5 Reasons You Should Have Sex With Your Husband Every Night. I really didn’t think anyone needed a whole piece written to justify sex with a spouse, but apparently there’s a significant lack of subject matter on this topic. I caved after seeing how many of my friends shared it and ignored my previously sound judgment of assuming this was another ridiculous attempt to woo people into reading some tripe about being the perfect wife.
It’s funny how a name can shape your perspective of the world around you. As I experiment with sharing my life, I have already shifted my perspective of what stories to tell and how to tell them. I’ve survived the anxiety of sending my words into the great beyond hoping for a sign that someone found them entertaining or helpful. (That is truly terrifying, by the way.) I have decided instead to stay true to my original intention of easing my own mind through sharing what I need to share, rather than crafting things that should be shared. In other words, write what you know. Be who you are.