There are times when I lay in my bed at night, and I just listen. You know what I hear? My babies and my sweet husband snoring. He is a beautiful man, the one I married. I am grateful, daily, for him. I sometimes wonder if he knows how much I thank our God for the daily kindnesses he shows.
He recently told me a story. His mother
remarried when he was 14 years old. She had his baby brother, Reese,
right after Trever turned 15. He was relating to me the times he got
into trouble. (And I think you know what I mean when I say "trouble",
because it really wasn't. What it meant was, his mother scolded him with
words, but wasn't really mad at heart.)He said there were time his baby
brother, about a year old, would wake up in the middle of the night,
crying. And Trever (then 15, remember?) would get up, go get him, take
him into his bed, and cuddle him to sleep.
In the morning his
mother would scold him, tell him that Reese needed to learn to go to
sleep on his own. But I know Jenny. If Trever were REALLY in trouble,
much more than a reprimand would have occurred.
I am a mother
myself now. I can imagine (though, I suppose, I may be wrong in my
conclusions) what Jenny might have been thinking to wake up and discover
her one year old snuggled in with her 15 year old. The mingling
frustration and sweetness that occurs when you, as a mother, see the
baby you'd like to train to sleep through then night with his teenage
brother who loves him. How can you REALLY be mad about that??
was not thinking about all this when he related the story to me. But
the whole silly thing made me fall in love with him all over again.
Because that is the man I married. The one who gets up in the middle of
the night and snuggles our babies to sleep. The tenderhearted, wonderful
man I have had nine beautiful babies with.
And for these reasons, and many others, I am eternally grateful to my mother-in-law.
Thank you, Jenny.
may not have realized, back then, that you were helping to make a
tender, beautiful father.
But you were.
And every night I see him rock
one of our babies to sleep, I ask God to bless you.
I love you.
Happy Mother's Day.