How is it you're feeling so uneasy? How is it that I feel fine?

Happy Mother's Day blog -

the boys slept in a little this morning before marching into our room to announce that they picked out their own clothes and got themselves dressed for Mother's Day. It was cute and shows that at least they've got the idea down - give Mom a nice, easy day to just enjoy her kids thinking about her for a change.

I'm sure I've mentioned it before but my wife is pretty damn incredible and as a Mother she's the best.
Not only has she devoted more energy and work to being a great mother to my oldest boy pretty much his entire life but she also manages to be the best mother the twins could have hoped for - which fits since she wouldn't have anything but the best for her boys.

I still tell the story about the day the twins were born fairly often (and did so at the last Bullshit show, but left this part out) to demonstrate how fantastic she is, the weeks in the hospital drugged out of her mind and uncomfortable being prodded, tested and immobilized without one single complaint for herself the entire time. Seriously. None of it was easy on her but the choice was so simple. The doctors and nurses would approach her with some change or new unpleasantness with apologies about how it was going to affect her and I would try to comfort her privately about her situation and her answer was always the same
"Whatever it takes"

Which was noticeably out of place when she wheeled and waddled out to the 'support group' of the other mothers locked in the anti-partum ward with her, all in various states of huge discomfort. Most of them complained constantly about how they wouldn't do this medication at that level and such, which seems like perfectly normal reaction a perfectly normal person would have. Then we found out that my wife, the one that hadn't said one word about her own comfort the entire time, was on way more of the drugs they were bitching about (sometimes by a factor of 2) which just proved once and for all that she's just actually superhuman in the mom department.

it's not the other mom's fault they can't compare.

the day they were born, with all the tension and horror that went with it, was my wife at her best as a mom.
Our boys were born in the operating room and whisked away to their tubes to be taken to the NICU and my wife gave me that look and those instructions to stay with the babies that made it clear that she still wasn't about to put anything before her boys. As they got ready to take the boys away through the tunnel in their portable incubator tubes she gave me the most intense look through the operating room window.
Even though she was in a big, scary operating room filled with strange doctors and had two or three minor surgical procedures to endure all alone while worrying about her two tiny, new babies she was only thinking about them. Even though they were locked in big plastic boxes and couldn't possibly know that I was standing with them her only concern was that they not be all alone for whatever happened. And I know from that look that if it had been possible (or needed) she would've gotten up off the operating table and shoved her way past the doctors to take care of her babies.

Luckily the boys don't even have to think about such things but as their dad I know how special their mother is and I've seen in her eyes the kind of love and selflessness that allows me to rest easy knowing they're not only well taken care of but also the luckiest kids in the world because they have her for a mom. We try to let her sleep in when we can and treat her to a nice brunch when her day comes around each year to say thank you.