Many people talk about it, but very few ever follow through… but I have! I can’t believe I AM A PUBLISHED AUTHOR!!! We ALL have a story to tell, knowledge to share, and words of wisdom that does no good if we keep it in our little, or in my case, BIG head. So be inspired, get ready to share, and write a book!!
Title: Words of Wisdom to the Stay-at-Home Moms and Their Husbands : Invaluable Insights from Those Who Know Best
The perfect MOTHER’S DAY gift!
What does your wife or husband really want to say to you that they may be keeping in secret?
Are there any other moms out there that feel discouraged? Or dads that feel overwhelmed?
How do your children view you as a parent and as a partner in your marriage?
Be CONVICTED, ENCOURAGED, and LAUGH all at the same time as you read
this compilation of enlightening advice!
“I am not a stay-at-home mom, but I found this book to be a great read for ALL moms, wives, dads, husbands, and anyone interested in becoming one.”
-Nadine, Registered Nurse
Married 18 years
Mother of three children
Please support NIKKI ACE by purchasing this book for yourself or as a gift
for someone special and leave a REVIEW on Amazon or Barnes and Nobles to spark interests in others.
We were attempting to take family photos for the back cover of my up and coming book (soon to be released on Amazon, by the way) entitled Words of Wisdom to the Stay-at-Home Moms and Their Husbands. Sorry, I had to have a promotion moment.
Anyhow…we must have taken 2,342 pictures and this is how the photo shoot turned out.
Finally, we were able to capture the winning shot. WooHoo! Hurray for patient photographers a.k.a Grandpa and Grandma. Let’s also not forget those longsuffering models – hence, mommy Nikki and daddy Wesley.
GOTTA LOVE that precious lamb of mine. He is the only one who has the ability to make me frustrated, laugh, and melt my heart simultaneously. Now, I could’ve gotten upset after PHOTO #2,001 when Lil Wes decided he was throwing in the towel. He figured WE were wasting his time. If I can remember correctly, I believe he said he had more important things to do, like run around the backyard with his wagon as he is bound to discover the cure for cancer – or at least that’s how “important” he makes his play time seem.
The life of a 2 1/2 year old: All play, no work. Well, that is until he realizes that vaccuming is actually a chore. Shh!!! He doesn’t need to know. And no I am not infringing on any child labor laws, so there is no need to call the authorities.
To say the least, I got the shot I wanted and if I may say so myself, we look FAB-U-LOUS! Bellissimo!!!
Really, is being a mom suppossed to be this much fun? I am having a ball!
This is a great story that I read on Facebook. It is truly inspiring, so hold on to your hat because it will blow you away. (Author Unknown)
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.– At least, in the eyes of our son— I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.
So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6
Wow! I am so excited about officially writing my first post of many to come. My hope is to make you smile as you realize that you are not alone, laugh until your head falls off because of topics you can totally relate to, and for you to be empowered with the occasional conviction or two- making you a better wife, mom, husband, or father.
Let me introduce myself. I am your Ace of SAHMs (Stay-at Home Moms, pronounced ‘Sams’), better known as Nikki Ace. I call myself the Ace of SAHMs because I am a champion at what I do. I am a wife and a mom – I think that says it all. Now where’s my trophy?
Despite the mere fluke that my last name is actually Ace, I believe that ALL moms should feel like they are an ‘Ace’ (synonymous with champion) –whether employed or not. All moms are champions when they put their family first. It is taking some time, but I am doing my best to give my family world-class service with my daily efforts of becoming the best mom and wife that I can be and I encourage you all to do the same.
I am proud to say that I love the Lord Jesus Christ, the ultimate champion, with all of my heart and that he has blessed me with almost 4 years of marital bliss. Marital bliss? Sounds too good to be true, huh? Probably because it is. Although, my husband and I have been undoubtedly happily married, it has never been a fairy tale. As we literally had to “learn” each other, we realized that there were things about each one of us that we thought were deficiencies. But really, they were just our differences. So obviously, this initially put a damper on our marriage as we were slowly creeping into the understanding that, “Hey, you don’t think like me?”
And then comes the baby. This adorable little creature we call Lil’ Wes joined our lives on June of 2008. At almost 2 years old, I get a daily dose of unintended exercise as I attempt to keep up with my son’s full of life personality. Gotta love him! He makes me feel like a champion everyday.
Our decision for me to resign my 7-year span of teaching to become a full-time SAHM had an effect on our marriage like being hit with a ton of bricks. I never knew life could be so hard. I thought choosing to be a SAHM would be easier than my past endeavors. Hey, the hard part of my life is over –or at least I thought. I graduated college and had a successful career. How hard can being a SAHM be?
I quickly learned that making this decision impacted my life in more ways than one. With some much-needed insight from other SAHMs, I realized that becoming that champion that I yearned to be, takes some serious effort and work. My blogs will be a testament to how the Lord shows up, changes hearts, and showed me how to love the way he loves. Because only a champion is capable of influencing future champions.
Champions get up one more time than they have been knocked down.
Champions give their all no matter the score.
Champions do what is right even when it hurts.
Champions know winning is not necessarily measured by the final score.
Champions take a stand for what is right, even when they stand alone.
Champions see every challenge as an opportunity.
Champions make those around them better.
Champions do the right thing even when no one is watching.
Champions dedicate themselves to prepare for success.
Champions put the success of others above individual achievement.
Champions understand winning is not the only thing.
Champions live by a higher personal standard.
Champions stand firm when others around them fall.
Champions live what they speak and speak what they live.
Champions lay down their own desires for the benefit of others.
Champions willingly accept responsibility, and graciously deflect honor.
Champions never sacrifice what is best for something good.
Champions may fail…but they never quit.