In 2015, I gave up all my dreams of being a mommy and a wife. I packed my bags and headed to an island that wasn’t so glorious. Paris Island, land where they make Marines. The Marine Corps had a lot to offer me, but none of it included a family and I was okay with that. For a year I trained and learned, spent time in 3 different states and eventually landed myself in sweet ol’ North Carolina. And just like that my dream of having a family changed.
I’ve always been a fan of football, it was big in my family. So when I didn’t have a TV or cable in my beautiful 10×10 cell they call a room that the Corps provided, I made sure to make plans with my friend who had a house… and cable. I thought it was just going to be us girls until a friend I had met while in the schoolhouse showed up, and male friend. And with this male friend was a very, very attractive other male friend.
We introduced ourselves like normal Marines would. Johns. Alaniz. Nice to meet you. We went on with our evening eyeing each other from across the room. I didn’t want to come on too eager, but I was screaming inside to get to know him.
The night came to an end and as we were leaving he walked to my car and told me to drive safe, and to text him when I got home. I got in the car, flustered, and squealed to my friend about him.
That Friday we had our first date. Unconventional to say the least, but it was everything that we loved. I even went and bought a new outfit. Gym clothes, my best workouts are in new clothes. Sweaty gym workout followed by warm, gooey donuts. And the rest is history.
Well, not quite. September 26th we said “I do”, October 1st he set sail, or plane, for Spain. 7 months he was across the world, right in the beginning of our marriage. With our relationship being so fresh, the distance was not easy. Communication was still being figured out, trust was being built, and heart strings were being tugged at. No one can prepare you for a deployment. I’ve done the long distance, I’ve done non-deployed military. Deployments are a whole different level of stress. But that’s what makes military relationships so worth it. 7 months of late nights, tears, and a million scares and thoughts about what if, none of it was too much for me because when I saw my husband step off that bus, safe, it was worth it.
Here we are 2 1/2 years later, strong as ever, with a beautiful baby girl. I have since gotten out of the Marine Corps and can stay home with my baby, and it is so amazing. The Marine Corps has blessed me with many things, but the chance at a family is definitely the biggest blessing I could have asked for.
So now this goes for my inspiration. Lucia Grace.
When I was little, I looked up to my mom so much. I wanted to be her so much that one day I snuck in the back of the car before she went to work so that I could go with her. She was so cool! I only hope that I can be that cool. But I’m just a SAHM, how could I beat a nurse? Well, I’m working on it.
Now that I’m 2 1/2 months postpartum, I’ve decided to take charge of this home I carry around every day: my body, my postpartum body, my jiggly, larger than life, postpartum body.
I grew up extremely self conscious, abusing foods in ways that was detrimental to my health, and hating life because I was never happy with myself.
My goal for my baby is to raise her in a happy, healthy, self loving home. Teaching her the importance of caring for yourself and fueling your body in the best way possible.
So when I wanted to give up yesterday, only on day 2, or when I felt like my body was too tired … I pushed my body and realized it was just my mind hindering me. She sat there watching me, while her daddy held her. She is my inspiration, my motivation. Hopefully one day she will be along side me, making her little body stronger and healthier than ever. If that’s not going to keep you going, what is?