Mother’s Day is Every Day
My wife is an amazing mother. The problem, and this might sound horrible on my part, is that I don’t know if she knows that. We became parents at a young age and pretty early on in our relationship. I like to say that at that point we we’re babies raising a baby. Luckily we both dug in and committed to this thing we call parenting for the long haul. Tomorrow is Mother’s Day and I wanted to take a moment to put into words why for our family every day is Mother’s Day.
Now before my dad audience chimes in, let it be known that I know the importance a dad. I know that if anything were to ever happen to my wife that I could raise our children, but whole point is that I would still be lost without her.
On an average day my wife is up around 7:00 in the morning. If she’s lucky she might get to snooze until 10:30 if it’s a day where I drag myself out of bed to make sure the children get breakfast and off to school. After that I head to work until 10:00 at night. This means that, depending on the day of the week, between the time I leave and the time I get back home my wife will:
- Pick the kids up from school.
- Clean the laundry.
- Fold the laundry.
- Feed the cats and the dog.
- Prepare lunch for our two youngest children.
- Pay bills.
- Schedule dentist and doctors appointments.
Should I really keep going? I’m pretty sure we all get the idea. When I took a moment to reflect on these things over the past week in preparation for Mother’s Day, I realized that she deserves a lot more credit than I usually give her. This is a woman who single-handedly fixed our credit so we could buy a home. A woman who worked two jobs almost every day while I only worked one and managed to keep the house running.
She often tells me that I’m a great dad. She also tells me that I’m the fun parent and she’s the parent that keeps things running. At this point, she’s right. If I were to treat tomorrow like every other Mother’s Day I’d probably get up and make breakfast, give her a card and a gift and maybe do some chores. That’s not enough.
It’s not enough for the woman who gave me the most precious gift I could imagine. Fatherhood. Every day should be a celebration of the woman I call my wife and the mother of my children. So I’ll work to be a better husband and a better father. Every time I look into our daughter’s eyes and I’m reminded of her mommy, I’ll let that reminder be a flame that ignites my passion not only for her, but for our family.
I acknowledge that I am only human. I may falter along the way, but that doesn’t mean I should leave it all to her because I know she can carry the load on her own. I blog about fatherhood and parenting because I’m passionate about it, but my wife deserves every opportunity to be just as passionate about the children we are raising. She deserves to be recognized as the “fun” parent. She deserves to feel the warmth that a child exudes just from spending uninterrupted time with someone they love. She deserves to have a little fun.
So my vow, from this day forward, is to do a little more so that my wife can experience those joys. The best part of allowing my wife to grow as a mother is that it will only make me a better father and husband. It will afford her the opportunities that she has given me from the start.
So to all my fellow dads reading this I say, do one more thing. Think before you let out that sigh when it’s time to do dishes or vacuum the floors. It’s not as big of a deal as we make it sometimes. To all the moms reading this I say, bravo. Keep doing what you do and always remember that moms are just as fun, cool and loving as dads.
To my wife, my mom and all of our mommy friends near and far… Happy Mother’s Day!