Ode to My Children's Mom

I know a Girl who when she was young was asked a question by her mother. "What do you want to be when you grow up?" "That's easy said said the Girl, I want to be a Mom." Years later, the Girl grew up, married me, and realized her dream. And everyday she lives a little more of it.

I love watching her with our children. She is so affectionate, so patient, so loving. She sacrifices herself, her time, her resources; everything, for those children. She worries about them, feeds them, clothes them, encourages them and most importantly takes great joy in them. When she's away from them, she misses them deeply and she loves to tell me all of the funny and great things they did during the day.

Not every day with her children are great ones. They test her. Sometimes hey misbehave, whine, cry, and do things that defy comprehension. Essentially they cause her great grief and make her mad. But she is always willing to forgive and when her reactions aren't great, she apologizes to them. Oh, they test her, but her love for them is never in question.

Sometimes, when she isn't looking I'll just watch her "mothering" them. She is truly amazing and I think about how lucky I am that she is both my wife and my kid's mother. Thank you honey for bearing my children; the day they were born, every day, and into the uncertain future. I am overwhelmed by you unending love and wisdom with them. Thank you.

Love,
Mark