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Showing posts with label confidence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confidence. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Setting a Standard
Shelby needs to have an example of what a caring, devoted man, father, and husband should be. She is a mere 8 years old, but I believe most readers here will understand when I state that, well, I might not be here by the time she's 18. It's a cold, hard truth that should never be swept under the rug or glossed over, and I can unfortunately speak from experience.
She needs standards, before she even sniffs at being interested in boys. I can only hope that I've been, and will continue to be an example to her.
She needed to see that a man can allow and encourage her to be independent, but to always support her in a time of need.
She needed to see that a man will sacrifice his own happiness, not in love, obviously, but in general for his wife's well-being.
She needed to see that a man will hold his wife's hair for 1.5 hours, every morning for a decade, as she has her routine coughing fits, and that it is never seen as normal to him.
She needed to see that a man will be calm and collected and able to make informed, quick decisions when faced with his wife coughing up pints of blood.
She needed to see that a man will carry his wife to bed when she can't walk up the stairs, and that it is always effortless.
She needed to see that a man will bathe his 33 year old wife as she cries, because she can no longer do it herself.
She needed to see that no amount of sickness, frustration, or trauma will ever make a man walk away from a woman he truly loves.
She needed to see that 12 years is not nearly enough time for a man to give all of his love to his wife.
She needed to see that a man can be strong most of the time, but it's OK for them to cry when their goddamn wife dies.
She needs to see that a man will fulfill his vows, in sickness and in health, until death does him part from his wife.
She needed to see what true love is, and she needs to see it again.
She needs to see that though a new woman may be now part of his life, a man can and will still love his wife, and the mother of his beautiful daughter just as much.
She needs to see that a man in this situation will make smart decisions about bringing a new woman into his daughter's life. Decisions not based on loneliness.
She needs to see that a child is always the priority for a man, but he is able to balance that with someone new that he truly loves.
She needs to see what it's like for two smart, experienced adults to meet and fall for each other in a healthy way.
She needs to see that a man can only expand his heart with love for another person, rather than replace space that someone else previously held.
She needs to see that a man should have his own drive and determination, but that the women in his life will always factor into that.
She needs to see that a man can lose his wife, but still have the confidence to move forward and keep living life without fear.
She needs to see that a man will always honor, cherish, and respect a woman's past, and know that it is what makes her who she is.
She needs to see that a man will always tell his worst truth, rather than his best lie.
She needs to see that lightning can indeed strike twice.
Shelby needed to see me love and take care of Megan for those years. As much as it pains me to say this, Megan becoming sicker and dying was another learning experience for her. She learned that although her dad bent over backwards, he didn't break, and would walk to the end of the earth for the woman he loves. He didn't shut down or stop taking care of his one remaining piece of his wife. She deserves to be honored, respected, loved, and taken care of by a man just as much as I honored, respected, and loved Megan.
As I'm writing this, I'm realizing that Megan also set a standard for Shelby, upon which she can judge all women. She has briefly met this new woman, just through a video call, and she has fully approved. She has even made the statement that she is "magnificent", and she can't wait to do things with her. To have Shelby not only approve, but to encourage me to love the new woman means the world to me, because Shelby is the closest I will ever come to having Megan's approval.
Shelby knows I deserve a woman that loves me just as much as her mother did. She knows that whatever woman comes into my life will need to be strong, driven, smart, and ultimately, will need to accept that Megan is and always will be a part of our lives. She knows that no woman could ever replace Megan, and that a new one should only compliment her.
She knows that this new woman fills out all of those check-boxes.
No matter what anyone else's opinion is on new love, there is only one person's that matters to me, and that is Shelby's.
I need to ensure that as I move forward with this new woman that the example I set with Megan continues on. Megan is no longer here to advise Shelby on these matters, so all I can do is lead by example.
I am setting the standard by which Shelby will judge all men.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Small steps
I took this photo on Friday evening.
After sundown.
On the beach.
Just as the moon rose over the island.
Out of my comfort zone ... and yet feeling perfectly at home.
On Saturday, I did an actual photoshoot for a friend's family.
Like professional photographers do.
Feeling nervous that these people trusted me to capture the essence of their family on film. Hoping I didn't stuff it up completely.
Out of my comfort zone again.
I am challenging myself to do things out of my comfort zone. .... in very small steps.
I know I have a long way to go.
But it feels good to be trying new things.... getting a bit of the old me back.
The old me that Greg fell in love with.....
Maybe, just maybe, I can glean a little confidence from knowing that he would be proud of me....
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Confidence

I had it Before.
But now?
Now it is really hard to find without my one-man cheer squad.
I know I am clever. Really very clever. I mean, I have it certified on multiple pieces of paper fergoodnesssakes.
I graduated top of my university class for my education qualification; second top of my class for my science qualification. I was given scholarships to do my PhD. Which I was granted on the first submission. My final GPA was 6.7 (out of 7).
....and yet I doubt myself all the time.
Before, I had Greg to talk my ideas through with and in so doing, strengthen my confidence that I did actually have the smarts required for anything.
But Greg boosted my confidence in other ways as well.....
Knowing that he thought I was beautiful and sexy did wonders for my confidence.
When I was a blimp on legs, pregnant with our big almost-10-pound baby boy, he constantly let me know that I was not the whale I thought I was, but a beautiful, pregnant mama.
When I was given the worst hair-cut of my life (the silly hairdresser put LAYERS in my naturally-curly hair and gave me a mop) he laughed at my high-humidity-frizz-induced tantrum and said "with boobs like yours, nobody is looking at your hair". (....and nobody but him would get away with saying that).
When I was timidly starting out with my new camera, he complimented my "eye" for a shot.
He'd hear me sing in the shower and applaud.
When I tried a new recipe, he'd clean the plate.
When I tried any new thing, he'd tell me I could Do it.
My one-man cheer-squad.
....and now I find my confidence slipping in all things. I doubt my decisions on almost everything. I have no confidence in my looks or sex-appeal so I don't even bother trying to find anyone new. I frequently bore myself and wonder that I don't bore my friends to death. I cook the same meals, over and over. I rarely sing in the shower (songs have been replaced with tears). I look at my photography and suspect that the other photographers I know just say kind things about my photos because they feel sorry for me.
I don't feel this way all the time (I do not suffer from depression), and I never feel insecure about ALL of things at once ... but sometimes, more than one of the above affects the way I think about myself.
.....and I wish my personal cheerleader was here to remind me that I am OK.
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