My Wife the Mom

I came home tonight after a long day of work to find my wife in the dining room. Charlotte was by her side busy playing with fingerpaint. Mom smiled intently and greeted dad with a kiss. Shelby was so proud of Charlotte splattering paint all over the paper, smiling from ear to ear, making beautiful artwork that will soon cover every square inch of wallspace in the kitchen and fridge. Dad was proud of Charlotte for creating such a brilliant masterpeice. Even more proud he was of Shelby for being such a great mother.

From their first date, Shelby made it very clear she wanted children and one day wanted to be a stay at home mom. In December, after the birth of Charlotte, she began her new job as a mom. It's a job that you don't interview for, that you don't get much feedback on, and is completely under appreciated. The days are long and the breaks are few and far between. To make issues more complicated, Shelby slipped on the steps in April and broke her foot. Only recently has she been able to walk with no crutches and able to drive. Being a mother, stuck in your own house, stuck in one room, and not being able to carry your child made this job even more impossible.

But mom got through it. Charlotte got through it. And dad got through it. Seeing Charlotte tonight and knowing that mom is giving her every ounce of love that she can has proven that Shelby was meant for the position. Shelby is now a mom, and a good one at that. Part entertainer, part teacher, part house cleaner, & part chef. Dad wouldn't trade that for all the money in the world. There is no better person suited for the job than his wife. And for that he is very proud.