A Mom’s Work…
Is never done. Confirmed. Last night, I hung out with my boy while Rebecca went to a church ladies meeting (everyone dresses up like Dana Carvey’s Church Lady and sits around talking like that character.) (Just Kidding!) I don’t know if I’ve ever had so tiring an evening. What I realized is that most of the time, even when I’m giving primary attention to Luke while Rebecca is working on something else, she’s still there in the background, translating for him, making sure that I understand where’s he at in his evening. Take her out of the equation, and things get tough!
By the time my dear wife got home last night, I think I was pretty much dead on my feet. I don’t remember much about the rest of the night.
All that to say, my already-immense respect for what my wife does for my son is flying even higher today. My cup of coffee is also 2x bigger than it usually is.
All this provides an understanding as to why most of still love our mothers the most!