Today I am thankful to be both a mother and a wife. I have a teenage son who is becoming an outstanding young man. Don’t get me wrong, we have our moments where I have to stop, take a deep breath and realize he will grow out of some of the typical teenage attitudes. But for the most part it brings me great joy and great challenge to raise him.
There hasn’t been a stage of raising Cole that I have liked better than the other. I loved cuddling and caring for him as an infant. As a toddler and small child he was all smiles. The worst part of my day was leaving him at daycare every morning, but the best part of my day was picking him up in the evening. He was into super heroes for many years, so I never had to fear danger because Spiderman or Buzz Lightyear was never far away. Elementary years were when things got a little challenging because his questions got bigger. I realized I needed some wisdom to help him begin to enter the bigger boy world of friends, sports, and building character. Every stage has been enlightening and has driven me to my knees more than once. Next year we head into high school; I’ll keep you posted.
Believe it or not, I sometimes feel less equipped to be a good and Godly wife than I do a mother. Five years ago I married a wonderfully Godly man who loves me and Cole with all of his heart. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for either of us. Getting remarried in my forties, I found myself older and smarter about how to do marriage right. First of all, I know Jay needs to know I respect him. I appreciate all of his hard work to provide for us. I love his personal convictions and character. Secondly, we work together equally. If I need Jay’s help, he is available and willing. Just about every morning I ask him if there is something I can do for him. He is a very independent sort and he may not ask me if there is something I can help with. The other reason I am mindful to ask him is that I know it’s easy for me to get lost in my own to-do list and not consider others. Cole teases us because he’s never heard us fight. We don’t. We love each other and work very hard to think of the other person first. With both of us doing this, it really makes being a wife a joy. Don’t get me wrong, there have been times when one of us has hurt the other’s feelings. In those times a little communication goes a long way. The hurt doesn’t stew, we talk about it and each of us is quick to apologize.
These two men make it very easy to serve them as mother and wife. I am very thankful for the opportunity to do so every day of my life.
All the best,