It had been a rough night. I was overwhelmed and felt like maybe I was failing as a mom. My husband grabbed his bible and sat down beside me and started to read. Then he handed it to me and asked me to read. When I stopped he asked me this…
“Lindsay, do you believe you are doing everything you can to raise these kids the way this book in your hands says you should?”
“I am doing my very best.” I replied.
“Then you’re doing great. That’s all you can do. That’s all I can do. Everything else we have to give to God.”
That man is the most precious gift I have ever been given, but good men don’t just suddenly become that way. Trust me. I know. I’m working on raising 3 of them. It’s the result of so many tears and prayers and sacrifices of an amazing woman who he calls Mom.
It breaks my heart that I never got to meet her. But if I could I would want her to know how much I love and appreciate her. I would tell her how all those sleepless nights, all those times she was at the end of her rope, all the love and affection and discipline, all the meals she cooked, all the times she cleaned the house or went to work, or watched her husband put on his badge and go to work and prayed he’d be safe, every phone call, every I love you…it all mattered. Every. Last. Thing. And now our babies and I get the benefit of all her years of tireless work and love.
And as I sit here, raising babies, being a cop’s wife myself, I know it wasn’t always easy. But I cannot thank her enough.
So Mom, thank you for giving me the most amazing man for a husband. Your son is loved more than you ever could have even hoped for him…and trust me…I know that’s saying a lot. I wouldn’t have my precious family if it weren’t for you. I love you.
-The Daughter You Never Met