Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Two weeks ago, I woke up on Sunday morning with the most horrific migraine. It was awful and I couldn't do anything but go back to bed, turn off all the lights and just stay as quiet as possible. I slept most of the day and occasionally I would hear the bedroom door open and someone would tiptoe in to check on me. When I woke up I would always find a fresh drink on my nightstand. Late Sunday afternoon, I decided to try to get up for a while. As soon as I walked into the living room I was greeted by my three guys. Little Guy immediately offered to fix me something to eat and headed straight to the kitchen, Big Guy prepared me a comfy spot on the couch and hubs asked if I wanted the remote or the lights turned down low.
My boys have learned so many of these loving and compassionate skills because they have seen them modeled by my sweet husband. He has literally trained them by showing them on a day to day basis.
Not every wife and mom is as lucky as I am. I fully realize that. I am so blessed to be married to a man who not only loves us but truly wants to be fully involved in the training of our boys.
I believe that desire was planted in him by God. It isn't something that he grew up seeing modeled. When we were first dating, we had big discussions about marriage in general because of the type of marriage that had been modeled for him.
Hubs wants our boys to know that they are more important than his office. That they come before any promotion at work. That he is available to them when life's struggles comes along. To do the easy stuff like play catch, wrestle, go to ball games and tell stories at bedtime. He also wants to do the hard stuff like set curfews and set boundaries.
There is a quote that says : "No father's deathbed regret is that he did not spend enough time at work and too much time with his son."
My prayer is that if I follow my hubs' lead, neither of us will ever have that regret. Our boys are just too precious to us.