The day of my gorgeous nephew’s 18th birthday last week was a reminder that our own 18th wedding anniversary was just around the corner. Back then my husband’s sister could not be at our wedding (in London) as she was giving birth to her first child (in Los Angeles) and ever since, his birthdays have served as milestones for our ever-increasing growing years of marriage.
I’m not a big fan of milestones. Like forced celebration at New Year’s Eve, we feel obligated to look at our progress and mentally check off our goal plans. So birthdays and anniversaries are a bit stressful for me like that. And especially this morning. For some reason I woke up with what felt like the feeling of a minor panic attack. My chest felt tight, my breathing was short. I was overcome with emotion. 18 years is a huge amount of time. Where are we on the goal plan?? What goal plan?! I vaguely remember back then when I was young and naïve (24 years old) having some kind of romantic notions of what our life would look like after 18 years of marriage. And the truth is, it’s got little connection with what our life looks like today.
The truth is there is no long term goal plan. There aren’t even really any dreams. That all got thrown out the window on the day when we learned that our daughter Ella was disabled when she was one year old. That taught me to just. stop. making. plans. Don’t fill your life with empty dreams, don’t be on a race to do more, do better, but rather (try to) sit back and soak up what you do have, not measuring your success on any kind of imaginary scale.
So I have spent the day thinking about what we do have, and it’s plenty. And it’s full of the sort of things that I never ever thought of in my 20s.
We have our health. Really good health. We are fit and active and take care of our bodies. I don’t think that when I got married I envisaged our 18th wedding anniversary beginning with a 10km run at 6am in the park together – but that is exactly how we started our day.
We have a home. A home full of love and good times. It’s not the multiple-story townhouse I may have dreamed up back then, and the paint is peeling in the damp corner in the kitchen and there are always piles of random papers to file and odd jobs that should get done but it’s got the hugest most comfortable sofa in the middle of the living room, a view of the sea (it’s a long way off but you can see it), a crazy dog that wants nothing more than cuddles and its chaotic and noisy but mostly full of happiness.
We have good jobs. Not so unlike my 18 year old dream (I envisaged high-powered management careers), we’ve both worked hard and pursued careers in professions we enjoy. But the really great thing is we’ve learned balance and carved out our professional lives in such a way to allow time for ourselves and our family. Personally I may have made some professional sacrifices and missed out on opportunities but I wouldn’t have it any other way. And today I know that’s more important than any executive high level managerial role.
We have our kids. Three amazing, special, individual kids. They were generic labels back then (yet to exist) but today they are truly life changers. I don’t need to say too much but nothing prepared me back then for the journey that raising my children would take me on, especially the lessons they would teach me, every day. That’s something I never dreamed. That everyday being a mother would force me to look at myself, my own actions and behaviors, and make me try to be a little bit better (I did say try – we are not striving for perfection.)
And I think that that is the key word here. There is no perfection. No ultimate goal. It’s simply a journey and there is still much to be done. My final thought today is not to look ahead 18 years and wish for what we may never have. Just sit back, look around, and be very very proud. And I dedicate this post today to my husband who has endured me all these years, who has been my constant voice of reason, practical logic and sensible advice when faced with my sometimes erratic, often emotional and rarely rational behavior. He’s a rock and I thank him for being ever-constant, for the journey we’re on together, for being by my side always and for just being him.
Tags: family, love, marriage, wedding anniversary