May 5, 2012 by CassieCravings
I knew he would be a good father. His kind heart, never-ending patience and love of impromptu song and dance sessions were my first clues.
I knew he would be a good father when, even as we were about to leave on a date, he took the time to play with his little brother. Dinner and a movie could wait. He knew how quickly little Jonathan would grow.
I knew he would be a good father when he said he dreamed of being a coach. We were newly married. He had planned on being a physical therapist, but he couldn’t shake the idea of wanting to help kids.
I knew he would be a good father when our baby boy was born. I was still in the surreal haze of the moment. He smiled at me and whispered, “He’s here! You did it!” He was already overflowing with love for that tiny baby.
I knew it. I fell in love with him for these same qualities. While I had an idea, while I felt I knew what kind of father he would be, he continually surprises me with how he stretches himself to be an even better dad.
He never misses an opportunity to tell Eli that he loves him and why he loves him. He is quick to instruct but slow to anger. He never tires of playing catch or of singing nursery school songs (even though he only knows about half of the words).
My husband makes me a better mother. He inspires me. He supports me. He holds me accountable.
Where I am weakest, he gives our family balance and strength. I rarely am patient. His patience seems to never end. When I feel frustrated, he will laugh, “Watch it, Mama. Eli will be off to kindergarten tomorrow.” The statement is normally countered with a death stare, but it centers me. It reminds me of what’s important and why. It reminds me that I’m am not in this parenting thing alone.
I knew he would be a good father. I know he will always be. I am one blessed mama. We are one blessed family. My husband is exactly the partner in life I had always craved.