Mother’s Day

On this Mother’s Day, I’ve decided to use this space as my gift to my Mom and the Wife. They’re the two best Moms I’ve ever known. Obviously, one to me and the other to my girls. First, since it’s only fair considering I’ve known her longer, my Mom.

My Mom had a tough time having me. I won’t air all the details here. Suffice it to say, she calls me her Miracle Baby. To hear her tell it, I’m lucky to be here. And lucky I am, indeed. Consequently, my Mom has always put me first, for better or worse. Yup, that makes me a momma’s boy…and a proud one at that. I learned to be the kind of parent I am from watching my own. Dad’ll get his due next month, don’t worry.
My Mom has always been loving. Even when she was disciplining me. I got my gift of writing from her. My sarcasm is no stranger to her, either. I came by it naturally. There are so many things she has taught me that to list them her would be prohibitive at best. The bottom line is that if there were more Moms out there like her, there would be far less of us needed to enforce the law. You are all aware of my feelings on personal responsibility. I got that, in part, from Mom. If more Moms were willing to put their foot down instead of coddling their little ones, we’d all be better off.
So, thank you, Mom, for not coddling me. Thank you for teaching me right from wrong. Thank you for being caring when I needed it and the disciplinarian when it was required. Thank you for all the sacrifices you’ve made for me. I know I’ve been able to make my own PB&J’s for awhile now, but I assure you, I will always need you.
Most of all, thank you for being the kind of example that drove me to the Wife.
Ah, the Wife. She is everything to me. All of that is for another post, perhaps, since this one is about her gift of motherhood. I’ve never witnessed a Mom as amazing as her. She is a multi-tasking machine. She keeps the home front running like a well-oiled machine. She is at once a loving, caring Mommy as well as a strong no-nonsense authority figure. Our girls, although little, respect her like I rarely see in the rest of the world.
I know our girls are going to be strong, independent, driven women with the world as their oyster based in part by what they see in their Mom. There is nothing she can’t accomplish if she sets it in her sights. She is the bedrock of our family. Sure, I may be the figure head, but believe me when I say we would crumble without her. She is a machine.
I am the luckiest of men. From birth to today, God has blessed me with incredible examples of motherhood. Thank you, Mom. I love you. I understand better today the things you always said I wouldn’t until I had kids of my own. Thank you, my lovely bride. I love you. You make every day an adventure and I can’t wait to see where we go tomorrow.
Thank you both for being Moms. This world is better off because of the women you are and the instructions you’ve given and continue to give.
xoxo

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