My Mother's Day Gift
This is Nina's husband, John. Because it is Mother's Day weekend (and because she needs a break), I'm blogging for her today. Happy Mother's Day, Nina (and to all her friends on jerseyshoremoms.com, too).
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Every morning I get up with our son. I feed him, change him and talk to him. I see Hendrick's first smile, wipe away his first tear and hear his first word. But that word is never for me, nor is it for his bottle or a favorite toy. His first word is a plea for his one true love: Mama.
Because Nina works nights, I try to keep our little guy quiet while she snoozes, but that has become a losing battle. He wants to see Mama, hug Mama, crawl all over Mama. With open arms and sleep still in her eyes, she always greets him, and that is when Hendrick truly starts his day.
Every day for our boy is filled with light and wonder, much of which is provided by his mother. I have a favorite photo of Nina, sitting on the floor with Hendrick. She was reading a book to him, adding dialogue, describing pictures, teaching numbers and colors, actions and emotions. Hendrick was enchanted.
The picture is beautiful, but the scene is not unique. Day after day, whether it is "Goodnight, Moon" or "The Going to Bed Book," Nina puts her heart and soul into the readings. Then Hendrick will bring her more books, one after another, for more heart and more soul. And Nina always gives.
It is easy to see why Hendrick's first word of the day is "Mama." She gives our son her all -- despite illness, exhaustion or distraction -- every day and in every way.
Our lives are not perfect. We don't get enough sleep. We work too much and play too little. But those morning moments and times together are our perfect world. For that I thank an amazing little boy and his beautiful mother.
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Every morning I get up with our son. I feed him, change him and talk to him. I see Hendrick's first smile, wipe away his first tear and hear his first word. But that word is never for me, nor is it for his bottle or a favorite toy. His first word is a plea for his one true love: Mama.
Because Nina works nights, I try to keep our little guy quiet while she snoozes, but that has become a losing battle. He wants to see Mama, hug Mama, crawl all over Mama. With open arms and sleep still in her eyes, she always greets him, and that is when Hendrick truly starts his day.
Every day for our boy is filled with light and wonder, much of which is provided by his mother. I have a favorite photo of Nina, sitting on the floor with Hendrick. She was reading a book to him, adding dialogue, describing pictures, teaching numbers and colors, actions and emotions. Hendrick was enchanted.
The picture is beautiful, but the scene is not unique. Day after day, whether it is "Goodnight, Moon" or "The Going to Bed Book," Nina puts her heart and soul into the readings. Then Hendrick will bring her more books, one after another, for more heart and more soul. And Nina always gives.
It is easy to see why Hendrick's first word of the day is "Mama." She gives our son her all -- despite illness, exhaustion or distraction -- every day and in every way.
Our lives are not perfect. We don't get enough sleep. We work too much and play too little. But those morning moments and times together are our perfect world. For that I thank an amazing little boy and his beautiful mother.
1 Comments:
Wow John! What a nice tribute to your wife. Thanks for blogging, I enjoyed it. I bet your father's day will be filled with love from your baby boy and your loving wife!
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