As a new father I have a new found appreciation for what mother’s do for their children. This is the first Mother’s Day for my wife and over the last three weeks I have learned so much more about my wife of eight years.
It’s interesting to look back at our years together. We met while Breanne was in college. We struggled to make it while Breanne finished her degree. I went through a period of life where I wasn’t sure what I wanted in life and it hit us hard. I also made a series of awful financial decisions. She could have ended our marriage then, but she didn’t. Her faith in me and unending grace prevailed and we worked through our issues, growing deeper in the process.
It was her courage and passion to work overseas that prompted us to leave America six years ago. Her work with street children and prostitues has inspired me to serve people, not just myself.
She has had an endless amount of support for me as I started business after business. And it was her love for me that helped me get through the depression that nocked me down last year.
It’s easy to see why after eight years of marriage I felt I knew my wife pretty well.
I was wrong.
After three weeks of seeing my wife as a mother, she has become my hero.
Our daughter Eden was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. In the moment when we were faced with the news that we needed an emergency c-section, Breanne’s confidence shown through. It was that confidence that got me throught the initial shock of it all.
I’ve seen her endless patience with our daughter as she breast feeds has blown me away. As a first time father, I had no idea the amount of effort and time it takes to feed your child.
I’ve experienced her grace when she wakes up at 2am to feed a crying baby and change a dirty diaper so I can get a couple hours of extra sleep.
I’ve studied her strength and resolve while holding and rocking our daughter to sleep, night after night.
I’ve been blessed by her encouragement as she helps me be a better father.
I’ve rejoiced in her love of Jesus as she sings the most beautiful worship songs to Eden.
And I cry at the raw love I see in her eyes when she kisses our baby girl.
I’ve come to realize the amount of love a parent has for their child. I’ve also come to know how deep a mother’s love is for her child. I am blessed that Breanne and I are on this journey together. And that she is my hero.
Happy Mother’s Day.