Since it’s Mother’s Day, and this is in fact our first Mother’s Day as this little family, I thought I’d write a post about the most important mother in my life, and that’s my wife.
The Mother of Our Daughter
No matter what happens from here on out, Rachel and I will always be connected. I can’t say that we’ll be together forever. I know that people change and things happen. As of this writing, I would love for it to happen. But I all I can guarantee is that Isabelle will always be the glue that keeps us stuck together.
We’re both from broken homes. Rachel never really knew her father, he walked out on her when she was two. He did it again when she was much older. And I have parents who had a pretty rough divorce when I was around eleven years old. Both situations have affected us in different ways and are likely going to play a large role in shaping us as parents.
But no matter what happens, or what Rachel does, I can safely say that I will always love her. I might not always love her as my wife. I might dislike her for having an affair. But I will always love her as the mother to my daughter. I will always put her and Isabelle before myself.
The Transformation of Becoming a Mother
Becoming a mother changes you. Heck, becoming a parent in general does. But I’ve watched Rachel as she’s transformed from someone filled with self doubt, to someone with growing self confidence.
As a first time mother, you really don’t know what you’re doing. And everyone has an opinion, and everyone seems to know it all. This would often create a lot of self doubt in Rachel’s mind as she wondered what the heck we were doing. But now? Now she knows her daughter better than anyone. And she also knows that a lot of what people have said in the past is just bullshit and to do what her gut tells her to do.
Becoming a mother has also made her far more protective. She wants to protect Isabelle from ultimately being let down by people. It’s one thing when one of us feels let down, uncared for or cast aside, but it’s another thing when it’s your daughter. She isn’t going to pander to anyone. She isn’t going to get walked over. Not a chance. She’s slowly becoming the strong mother figure that I know she can be.
Basically, I’m Immensely Proud
What I’m trying to say, in my own waffling, wandering way, is that I’m proud of my wife. I know it’s early days, so there’s still plenty of time to mess it all up. But she’s the mother I always hoped she would be for Isabelle. And maybe I’m the dad that she wanted me to be. I don’t think I’ve been the greatest dad ever to Isabelle. If you’ve followed me for a while then you might be able to guess why I might think like that. But I feel that I’m there now. I’ve just been playing catch up to someone who’s been amazing since the very beginning, and that’s my wife. The mother of our daughter.
So this is to her. On her very first Mother’s Day. No matter what happens between us, I will always love her for bringing Isabelle into this world.
If you want to know what I got her, then you might have read on the gift guide about the scrapbook idea. Well, here it is: