Taking Care of Your Boots

Originally wrote December 11,2017 I wrote this for a wives group I help manage on Facebook. While this shows the example of my husband and I’s relationship through his worn duty boots I believe anyone can relate this somehow to their marriage and relationships.

I did something today. I ordered hubby new boots. But here’s the thing. He mentioned he could use a new pair but was waiting until after Christmas. I didn’t give it much thought honestly. After just buying a house, having a toddler, and Christmas rapidly approaching I kinda just forgot about it. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Yesterday I realized I ran out of firewood in the house and had to step outside to get it. It isn’t far but there’s snow on the ground and it’s cold; I realized I didn’t have shoes readily available so I slipped my feet into my hubby’s big ole duty boots that were sitting by the back door (I know, kinda yucky but hang on!) and realized just how worn they were. 

I could feel the big grooves of where his heels sit. I could tell exactly where his toes press against the top of them, I could feel the actual material deteriorating inside and I just about cried. I mean here he is busting his butt to provide and continue to give while putting his needs on hold but it was a little more than that honestly.

You see they’re just boots but they are what he wears everyday to two jobs. They are what he wears to run when someone calls for help, they are what he wears when he’s tired, sore, and overworked. They are a tool he has to make sure he’s prepared. Shoes aren’t necessarily important.

But these shoes? They’re like us. Made for long term commitment-like his long shifts. His heels pushing into the soles of those boots are like the stress of the job putting pressure on our marriage & family leaving permanent indentations on our lives. His toes pushing back into the upper material is like how we have to push the negative away. Those laces? They represent him and I. You see we come together so much so it might be hard to see where one starts and the other ends. We work together to keep things together like the stitching even tho those stitches may stretch under pressure it takes a lot to break them. 

They might just be boots but they represent a lot more to me now. While they are replaceable our other halves aren’t. I know there’s things that happen in life and sometimes things just don’t go as planned or things become too much but keep trying. 

Ladies, always take care of your boots ❤️

XO Chey

Fart Monsters, nuggets, and sniff tests

Are you the type of Momma who manages to the slide by on the seat of some thread bare pants? If you are, you and I have more in common than you might realize. 

Seriously if you told me ten years ago I would be a SAHM listening to my toddler do everything he can to fight falling asleep right now to include calling the dogs, talking to the cat, farting loudly, and singing I would have laughed hysterically. Or if you mentioned that I am the mom living in stretchy pants and rocking a constant mom bun and make up free face I would have laughed even harder. (And I wouldn’t have peed my pants laughing then either…stupid Mom bladder)

Now five years ago I would have cried because, well I didn’t think I would get to be a mom but more on that later. 

I always thought I would be the mom to have a super clean put together home, always a fresh face of makeup and hair done, with the kid that was an angel who ate everything put in front of him. 

Please take a moment to laugh at me for being THAT lady. HA HA HA!! Okay now that is out of the way….

My kid regularly eats chicken nuggets sometimes from the fast food chain and sometimes the ones you buy in the frozen food section. He likes candy and if he falls asleep before he brushes his teeth I don’t bother waking him.

**GASP young non mom Cheyenne is horrified**

And you know what? It really is okay. If you are the Mom who has it all figured out, never feeds her kid “junk” and rocks a weekly play date then bravo I am truly envious of you and I am going to need to email me all your secrets!!

But if you are the mom who hits the drive thru regularly, can’t wait for bedtime (I know you miss them later, I do too) and occasionally does a sniff test on your kid on the way out the door – I salute you. The world is not kind to our type with its stuffy expectations and perfectly brushed hair. 

Stand strong Momma, stand strong!

Now excuse me while I put my fart monster in bed for the third time…

XO Chey

Raising Little Men

Originally shared on my personal facebook page December 17, 2018.

I feel like daily I see posts from Momma’s about how they were belittled for letting their boy play with a babydoll, allowing them to play with beauty products, or for letting little men play with kid versions of cleaning supplies. Let me just say I wish someone would have the nerve to say something to me. 

My little boy kisses me like I’m the best thing in the world. My mini man loves to play with my brushes or brush my hair and he usually watches me do my makeup. He loves with his whole being, recently when I had a bit of nausea he sat in the bathroom rubbing my back and holding my hair (he watched his daddy do that for me 😘) He has the compassion of someone 500 times his age! 

The point is, you shouldn’t have to apologize for raising a gentleman, there is nothing wrong with a little boy growing up to respect the time a woman takes to look nice or to help out with the housework. There’s nothing wrong with teaching them to love big and with all they have, and I certainly have no shame in raising him to love babies starting with this babydoll he adores. After all one day he may be a married man with children and I look forward to the day his spouse thanks me for raising him with respect, compassion, & love! 💙 

XO Chey