I don’t love that my wife will usually put walking our dog (Lucy) on me, rather than doing it herself, by explaining to our barking dog that “daddy hears you and is preparing to take you out.” But I’m charmed by her deft strategy.
I don’t love that my wife will typically hit the snooze button more than she should, but I love that she doesn’t let the world rush her around from the very start of the day. Nor at the very end, for that matter.
From what I can tell, I’m far from the only one who thinks she’s a special cocktail of intelligence, humor, and decency. I love that she often has stories of kindnesses given and received. At those times when I’m most annoyed at her, I can often overcome my own righteous urges by remembering the kind of person that she is.
We chat a lot. Like with most married parents, there’s too much discussion of what I’ve come to call “the admin of our lives.” But she generally knows about how much I can handle in one sitting without setting off feelings of strangulation. And I love this family unit we’ve nurtured into being, with two children who, I think, feel deeply loved, although not always agreed with.
I love that she does the bills—and earns the money needed to cover most of them. But, even more, I love that, in all of our years, she has never been critical of me for not doing more to make more. Our work choices have made sense to us, individually and as a family. But she has sacrificed deeply to provide for our family.
I love that she is an agreeable person, but hardly someone who is inclined to agree with me about anything (kids, culture, how much to tip, who is the bigger snorer) if she doesn’t.
It’s May! We have an issue that brims with awesome Moms We Love, including “TODAY’s” Savannah Guthrie.
How could I not honor the mom I know and love best?
Have A Happy May,
Eric Messinger
Editor, emessinger@manhattanmedia.com
