mommy
Hey mommies,
You rock.
I know this might seem a day late to some, but the timing of this post is just coincidential. In fact, it has nothing at all to do with mother’s day yesterday. The catalyst for this simple sentiment might have more to do with the fact that for half the day it was just me, my two year old, and my six week old. I had them here at home whilst their mommy was off having surgery.
And the girls were great. Top notch behavior. Amber didn’t sass, as is now her default setting (I mentioned she’s two, right?). And Elle took a bottle like a champ. And slept. Glorious infant sleep!
Can I just say this? I already knew being a mommy was hard. I get that. I already appreciate - more than words can convey - just how much stupid guys like myself rely on not only their own mommies but the mothers of our own children.
Today was simply a reminder of the entirety of motherhood. It just goes on and on. And there’s little I can do to repay it all as a father.
So I vow to do the only thing I can think to do right now: I will stop complaining about my job. In fact, I’ll probably work a little harder at it. I’ll work harder at it with a better attitude so that the mommy can keep on being the mommy. Because ain’t no one going to be a better mommy than her.
I say again to the mothers of the world that sacrifice - perhaps imperfectly yet tirelessly and selflessly - for the wellbeing of their kids: you effing rock. Thanks.
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