In Love with a Complete Opposite

Okay, so he might be very fearless, and you're a big chicken. He moves through life quickly, you're a bit of a procrastinator. His mind is full of everything that contains hardly a worry, and you worry until your hair turns gray and you try to cover it up with Miss Clairol or something of the like. He'll run out the door in the clothes he wore yesterday, and you need time to pick out some clothes and do your hair and make-up. Oh does that list go on when you are seemingly complete opposites.

Its really kind of funny at some points that I've had some emotional turmoils, and had at one point even walked away frustrated, but still there was this love that I couldn't shake from thought beyond any other relationship. This occurred mainly after we, as a couple had our daughter. The worry, and his not so worried about anything ways. Well at least it seemed that way to me. I don't believed he fully realized how bad it was until he traveled across the country to get me back. I laugh jokingly remarking in my poetry how he has no sense of romance, but really that was a bit romantic. I also had to open my mouth and speak to him, because a big part of that reason was, I'm pretty well okay with words in text, but when it comes to bothersome moments I was not voicing the upset as I should have. When it came out, which would take a period of time, it came out harsh, and didn't reflect the point I was trying to get across. We got through it, and it took some talking, from him and me.

Having a daughter with a man such as him, is actually pretty interesting when I really think about it all. I had so many questions in my mind about how it would all work out. It does take some persistance, and of course we are human, we do still have disagreements.

Mommy can be this playful sort, putting myself into these crazy character modes, sitting down to read a story, and the whole event catches her interests that she fully involves herself into the book, and picks up so much knowledge because I try to make it fun for her. I make silly faces as I animate myself, and get some great laughter from her. Daddy gets the more serious tone, and points out the details of maybe some form of animal and what its habitats are and then quizzes her with a question about what he just read. Both of our very different ways of reading to her, gets through. A month from now we'll ask her about the stories and she can describe in full detail what has happened in them.

I am the disciplinarian. As a female with her being a female, it tends to be more often me to voice a correction, and prevent her from getting out of line. Sometimes it can be tiring, and sometimes she thinks I'm being mean because I have to let her know that we don't wash rocks in the sink! Daddy barely ever corrects her, so when he does, she tends to listen to his much firmer voice. She will go to her room, stomping, and pout still, but she will stop misbehaving.

Now of course with daddy being the great outdoorsman that he is, which I can't say I don't like it, but I have to have the mosquito repellant, the sun-block, and all this other gear to protect me against what might come of the crazy weather, and be prepared, our daughter marvels in it. Everything that goes with it, and daddy, she must be a part of. In this aspect of the whole camping out lifestyle, of course being the male that he is, he is fine to hide behind a tree to go pee, well this whole thing for a growing young girl just doesn't sit the greatest with me. We are females, and as a morally coded woman to some degree anyway (or at least I like to think so), I feel the need to teach her this aspect, in the respect of her body. So a compromise, camping with bathroom facilities!

Daddy does certain things, that mommy that just does not enjoy in quite so well, or he does things I'd like to do sometimes but am not crazy enough to try. Our little one is so happy to have on her helmet, made sure to have by me, along with elbow pads, and knee pads, ensuring her safety on some of the outings with dad.

I think overall with our opposite views, and mannerisms in raising our daughter, she will turn out to be very well balanced when she reaches adulthood. At least that is a great hope of ours, that she will know when to fear, and when to go into something unafraid. Hopefully she will carry herself as a lady, and at the same time enjoy some tom-boy mannerisms, adapt to the silly, as well as the serious, enjoy in the aspects of both of our varying creativities involving the arts. Mine to which draws or writes upon paper, his, oh dear I hope she watches a bit from afar, an artist of the tattoo design field!

In any event I hope this sheds a little bit of light, with a little humor, that loves in opposite types of people can work, some of it can balance out. It can be difficult at times, but it can also be enjoyable. If our daughter came up with being only like me, I'm not really that bad, but I can't say my life and its path of questionable choices was an easy one to follow, and I would have to say the same for him as well, but with a little part of both of us, well we have one great kid with a lot more potential!