Saturday, June 25, 2011

Baby Why Don't We Just Dance?!

I'm not one of those women who runs around the house naked. I have a bazillion older teenagers running through my house all of the time, but even if I could, I still wouldn't put myself on display... even in my own home. I've entertained the idea of dancing naked to disco tunes when I'm home alone, but as quickly as that thought surfaced, it disappeared.

Modesty sets up camp and snuggles in as long as everything is going well. It is not a friend of sickness, injury, or disorder. When these bullies show up, it has no problem packing up and checking out.

A couple weeks ago, I pulled a muscle in my hip. The pain was excruciating! There was only one position I could feel some relief... on my back, on a hard surface, with my knees lifted. It hurt to sit, lay down, bend over, go potty, get in and out of the car, take a shower...

I needed help with everything!

The first time I took a shower after this accident, I stood on the towel in my bathroom naked and dripping with water... I couldn't dry myself. I hollered for my husband to help me and he was as happy as a mosquito in a nudist colony (he was overjoyed to help out).

I'm thinking... here I am a 46 year old woman and my husband ogled me that day in the bathroom like I was a ravishing 20 year old.

Ron is not a complainer, so he's never griped about my modesty, but I recognized that day that though we have healthy intimacy, I had not entrusted him with all of me.

When my hip started to heal and I was able to do more things, I shared with Ron my accomplishment of taking a shower by myself and instead of celebrating with me, he jokingly snapped his fingers and said, "Darn!" We both giggled out loud (gol), but he couldn't have been more serious.

I had to do some self-reflection and acknowledge the ways I had kept myself from my soul mate and deprived him from areas that could create a wedge between the two of us. Oh, I still may not dance around the house naked (although I think Ron would give me a substantial allowance if I did), but I may take some advice from Josh Turner and turn it up a notch or two in the intimacy department!


brittany said...

Ewwww!! Hehe. :)

Marisa and Brittany said...

Brittany, you should be thrilled your mom and dad are still blissfully happy with each other after 25+ years :D I would only hope the same for you and the lucky man that takes your hand in marriage!


Anonymous said...

I love reading your posts. They are pure, edgy, honest, and challenging. Brittany, don't think to hard about it...its a good thing though!

Pamela said...

Love your daughter's Ewwww. I get that, too. They want me happily married but they don't want to know what makes me so. Ha! Seriously, it's beautiful to know that God cares about every part of our marriages and will gently guide us where we can do better. Not that a pulled back muscle is a gentle guidance. :-) Hope it's back to normal for good.


Marisa and Brittany said...

Thanks, Tanya!! You're one of my best cheerleaders and you are so appreciated :o) It's wonderful to read the feedback!



Marisa and Brittany said...

Pamela, Thanks so much for your comment! It's so refreshing to fellowship with others who value relationships and commitment. One day our children will understand the feelings we have toward our spouses :) Brittany I know is so thankful her parents are among the minority who have committed to stick it out for the long haul... like you said, she just doesn't want to hear (or read about) how we go about doing that (gol)

So glad we're buddies!!


Simplegirl said...

Thank you for stopping by and thank you for the wonderful comment. You have a great blog here and I'm your newest follower. I look forward to more of your posts:-)