Well my last foray into the OS world was a sentimental post about my wife. I guess second time around it should not be any different. . .
On some days I feel so much love for my wife that I can’t describe it in words. It isn’t an infatuation type of love or an easy love, but is that really true love anyway? It is a love born out of mutual respect, admiration and desire to share a life together. We both have to work at nurturing it and communicate when something isn’t right. It takes effort, but it is an effort you don’t mind doing. It is kind of like you don’t mind cooking a fabulous meal as long as you get to eat it. (Seriously, get your mind out of the gutter, sheesh) Seeing the unconditional love my wife shows to our children everyday, makes me feel truly special that she picked me to be their father. The Mother of my children . . . that term makes me feel love for her on a completely different, but just as important level.
Our children are thriving as a result of her efforts. They are the “favorites” at the daycare they attend. They are well behaved, thoughtful and pleasant to be around. Daughter Wanderer excels in nearly every subject in school to the point that she even helps her classmates with their work. Son Wanderer is growing so fast has physical strength that even has our pediatrician amazed. He has asthma and if you ever had to give an infant a nebulizer treatment you know how hard that can be. My wife does that religiously without complaint. She has been a huge part in helping them become the thriving, healthy, well adjusted kids that they are. They are exceeding in every category. In other words, "great kids."
I have spent the majority of my younger years trying to find my purpose in life. I imagined doing a great thing that would be talked about for years to come. That thing would serve humankind, make the world a better place and be my defining moment. I would be remembered and revered for doing that one great thing. Finding that thing would be hard, but it would give my life purpose and meaning.
I had it all wrong. Through the lessons I have learned from my wife and in raising our children, there isn’t a single thing you do that makes you great. There are many little things that you do each and everyday that end up contributing to something great. Little by little is how great things are accomplished. It is harder to see when it happens over time, but the end result can still be truly amazing.
To my wife and to mothers everywhere, Happy mothers day. You do the little things required everyday that allow us be to become the amazing people we are.