Sunday was Mother’s day. Because our little guy was born in April, this was new mom’s eighth. I looked over the history of this blog and I was very VERY surprised to see that it appears I have never written a post specifically for Mother’s day. The closest I have come was This where I discussed the little guy becoming more mobile.
So I will correct this egregious error and spend a few moments talking about my better half and the little guys mom. Instead of just talking about one day, I will talk a bit about her.
I have ALWAYS known that new mom would be an EXCELLENT mother. I am sure that I read somewhere that anthropologists say how we perceive someone would be as a parent is one of the many things that attract us to others. For a vast majority of my life I never wanted to be a dad. Looking back now ( hindsight is ALWAYS 20/20, every defense lawyer worth a damn will say that) I realize how tragic that would have been (for me at least). Being a father is one of the greatest joys of my life. New mom always tells me when we speak of my past wishes that ‘you just needed to meet the right woman’. Boy was she right. That is one of the many many things that are special about her, her ability to know when someone or something is ready for something. She knew when the little guy was ready to be weened from his pacifier, when we were ready to go to formula, potty training was fortunately a breeze for us (she just knew). She knew when he was ready to lose the training wheels as well. I really hope her supernatural sense of timing continues.
I can’t say enough about her compassion. How much love she is capable of showing and sharing. From the simplest touch to most passionate kiss, she is an amazingly loving woman. She is never thinking of herself first or selfish. She is caring to all she knows and doesn’t know.
She was also instrumental in my reconnecting with my faith, never giving up on finding the right church for me and getting me to participate. Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 comes to mind when I think of her. It reads:
Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. Also if two lie down together they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? …
She is my two. And without her, we would not be the family we are.
She is always watching out for both the little guy and myself. She helps keep me in check from time to time, has been my rock when I needed her to be, and even at the times we are not seeing eye to eye is nothing but loving. Happy Mother’s day to her, even though we only celebrate mother’s day once a year, every day with her is special!