I have never posted here before, but today seems like the right day to share why we celebrate Mother's Day in our home.
Have you ever gone to the doctor or dentist with your child? Seen their little face as they get the needle or the drill? Can you remember a time when your little one was frustrated? Unable to accomplish a somewhat simple task due to their lack of size or strength? Or a skinned knee or a bruise received from falling down on the playground? As a father, these are some of my most feared events. In fact, I have been asked not to go the the doctors when the kids are getting shots because honestly, I react worse then they do. I'm sure this rings true with a lot of families. Moms are generally just better at seeing these tough situations through.
The point I'm trying to make is these fairly common occurrences with typical kids are a multiple times a day occurrence with our Beebs. From falling while using her walker, to not understanding why she can't jump and run like Bro can. These things, small as they seem are crushing to me as a father. Sometimes when I hear them I feel weightless. Floating in space, unable to effect the world around me. As I flounder around for some way to regain my footing and respond to these no win situations, in comes Mom to calmly and lovingly explain things in ways only she can. Not only can she diffuse these potentially harmful episodes, but in the process can make Beebs feel special and included when just a moment before she was edging towards tears.
These types of situations, when I see the woman I love, use a deft hand and a kind smile to guide our children back from the precipice of self doubt and wounded spirits. These are the moments where I know that I have the most remarkable wife and our children have the most amazing Mother.
Happy Mother's Day Sweetheart.
