I was at first amazed by her beauty. I was dumbstruck. And she was the thing I had to have. Come hell or high-water, I would have her for my own. She was perfect in every way to me. She would make me do and say things I had no intention to do or say. I was entranced and overcome by her very presence.
This young lady became my wife. And I came to discover the infinite depth of her beauty. How could I have been so blessed? A lowly slug such as myself. And for years I had her for my very own. I could never know all things about this simply complex person. But I would try. She was surely hiding something from me. I could sense it. There was even more there that I could perceive, but could not explore.
Then my Wife became pregnant with our first. And she changed. She morphed right before my very eyes and I knew she was going somewhere strange and odd. A place she would never return from. It was exciting to witness her gracefulness as her belly swelled and she took on that glow. And she changed. She changed. Subtly at first. But profoundly. Then this woman emerged to me. I felt unworthy. I felt in awe.
Our first baby was born at Desert Samaritan, in Mesa, Arizona. I was rocked by my wife's fortitude. When the contractions came, she entered in to a zone. She did not flail. She did not writhe. She did not complain. Not once. Who was this superhuman? And how could it have escaped me all these years? The obscured place I had sensed in her was not a place that existed in the then of her. No. I had been sensing the potentiality. I has been sensing what she would become.
Watching my wife with our children, I know I am bested in all things by this woman. We have four children now. Each one loved, fed at the breast, beneficiaries of pure love and tenderness. Each one sprinkled with the cool relief of a mother's gentle touch and understanding.
When you see a mother, you see the pinnacle of human potential. Who can count the legions of men who have died crying out for their mothers? There is a reason why.
2 comments:
What a lovely compliment.
Never forget to tell her of this. Often.
Tell your children too.
Children often don't understand the pride and the love that their parents have for one another.
She is lucky that you understand so much as you do.
I believe children are smarter than the above commentator imagines. They don't need telling - they need to witness. Yes men have no appreciation of what woman are experiencing through child rearing - it's a fundamental difference between hunter gatherers and breeders. Long may Enoch be a naive hunter gatherer.
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