This Spring is flying by and for once in three months, I feel like I can breathe a sigh of relief. I’m about to wrap up my third semester of Nursing School, and this one has been a stretch to say the least. For 16 weeks I’ve been completely immersed in my classes and clinicals, while my sweet little family stands by cheering for me, and quietly wondering if we are having spaghetti again for dinner. That would be a yes.
I feel I need to clarify something. Being married to me is not always bliss. Billy would disagree of course, and that is one of the reasons I married the guy. He’s got a birthday quickly approaching, and in keeping with a theme this Spring, I feel I need to write a bit about my husband. This will make him nervous, as I’ve mentioned him several times before, openly discussing his bad habits such as texting me while spending an extended period of time in the downstairs bathroom. He also has many weird obsessions I’d like to cover, such as his fascination with Star Wars, and brags to our son Jack that it was destiny being born on May the Fourth. Then he says to Jack with a smirk, “May the Fourth be with you”. However, this time I’d like to focus on his positive qualities, and try to convey to you why I’m so thankful for my husband.
For a long time I ran away from the thought that I had any potential to do anything other than be a mom. My job as a mom has been the best job I’ve ever had, despite the crappy pay. I’d work odd jobs here and there to help Billy with the finances, until one day I realized I actually might have been designed for more than just shelving books at the library. At first I didn’t want to believe it, and even now when I’m driving to my clinical site at 5:00 in the morning, I have my doubts. But because of Billy, I have been able to totally re-invent myself and become a nurse. He told me to spread my scared little wings and fly, and he hasn’t stopped cheering for me once!
When I took my first Biology class Billy bought me a Hannah Montana folder, and made me a care package with all my favorite candy. I was too scared to make any noise in class with opening candy wrappers, so it took me a few weeks to get through it all. When it came time to do papers and presentations, Billy suggested I get the Word suite for my computer and helped me figure it all out. I almost divorced him out of frustrating, while he was nicely explaining Excel and spreadsheets to me, but decided he was worth keeping around as I had an upcoming power point due. Each semester he tells me to buy what I need and hasn’t even asked one time what all this was going to cost him.
Over the last couple of years Billy has turned down some neat opportunities because of my crazy school schedule. He’s missed his weekly “beer and Bible club” meetings so that I can study rather than take Faith to soccer practice. He passed on being in a band because he “doesn’t want to miss out on time with us” even though music is his passion, and not only that, he’s abundantly talented. He drives the minivan, so that I can have the car with heated seats, and if you ask him about it, he’ll tell you he couldn’t care less what kind of car he drives as long as we’re safe. The kids support and cheer me out the door in the mornings because they see their dad leading the way. They hear him telling me, “You can do this!” so they echo him with, “Go Mom! You can do it!”
Billy knows how to make me laugh, which isn’t always easy, as I consider myself the funny one in the relationship. There have been many days I come home to complain about something related to school, and before I know it, I’m laying on the kitchen floor laughing my head off. Usually it’s something about our kids—we’re the type of parents that don’t mind acknowledging how weird they can be, or being tickled by something they’ve said. And in those moments I remember who I am again, and I’m able to let go of the burden of school and rest in the fact that I am connected to four people who have in their own way, given me their blessing to walk this path.
This year on May the fourth, Billy will be celebrating his birthday at the movies with our kids. I’ll be at home studying for a final. But that’s okay. He understands. As long as there’s pie, he won’t mind. Thanks babe. I love you.