Disclaimer: This is Brian posting. I'm technically not supposed to post on here after an incident a few years ago but I'm going for it anyway!
With the utmost admiration and respect for my own mother and the great things she has done and been in my life, I say, please don't be offended. This blog and this post is for three different mother's. I take a very machine-like approach to my emotions. Never too high, never too low. Nice and even where everything is always fine. In the rare moments I open up the deepest corners of my soul, you end up with moments like last Sunday in church. I wasn't always that way, though. You see, these three mother's ruined me! They've taken that machine, forged in impenetrable steel, and transformed it into play-dough, to be moved and form by the hands that work it. If I were asked to vocalize these thought, I don’t think I would have the emotional capacity to get through it. That said, I hope this adequately expresses my love and admiration for the woman my children call, mother.
I don't think Lucy will ever fully comprehend how in awe of her I am. How much I admire and respect her. I don't think the Lord allows her to see how truly great she actually is because he doesn't want her to get boastful!
I think her life has been a very unique refiner's fire, full of pain, sadness, crushing heart ache, depression and yet she stands triumphant over it all this day. Lucy wouldn't be the caliber of woman she is today had she not gone through it. I am so proud to call her my wife.
Having come through the fire successfully, I know of no other woman better suited to be the mother of 2+ daughters. She has discovered the power she has within herself. Power to do hard things, Power to trust in the Lord, Faith to walk through the darkness knowing there will one day be light. A question I would always ask myself of the girls I dated was would I trust this woman to raise my children? Only now, as I think of my two future mothers, do I realize how vitally important that question was.
I hope my two future mothers will see the power their mother has proved exists, and in turn grow up to be women of strength, bravery, courage, and discipleship. That they will see, through her example, that there is no task or trial too big for them to overcome.
When Lucy would talk with me about the challenges of Motherhood, I was always quick to inform her that I would trade her jobs in an instant. Recently, when a snow storm locked us in for a few days, I remember the great excitement and relief I had as I returned to my job. I'm careful now to think long and hard before I make such bold statements anymore. A mother's calling, particularly those that choose to make it a full time job, is a task I don't think I'm qualified to have. Which is why today, and hopefully all days, I pay tribute to those that take on the challenge of motherhood, especially the one I entrust to her daily care the two most precious things that have ever entered into my life.
May you always know, Lucy, it's because of you that I can say, I have a life that's good.
