Once upon a time I married this amazing young lady. She’s a different person now 12 ½ years into our marriage but I wouldn’t trade the woman I’m married to now for the lady I knew on my wedding day for all the riches of the world!
Now don’t get me wrong, she was great back then! Fantastic, wonderful, caring, & loving! Back then she liked doing things like getting caught in the rain (and kissing me while she was at it). She had time to improve on all her amazing talents like singing and piano playing. She was an amazing student and blew me away with her knowledge and wisdom. On top of all that, this lady was totally into me! She found ways for us to spend as much time together as possible, she doted on me and would make treats and surprises for me (of course I reciprocated). And, without a doubt, she was one of the most beautiful women that had ever given me the time of day! When I got married I felt bad for just about every other person with a Y-chromosome on the planet; I’d found her, the best woman in the world, I’d married her…I’d won!
So, what could have possibly changed to turn this already amazing woman into something even better? In four short words: She became a mom.
What is it about motherhood that can take the most talented women on planet, the women who put all us men to shame already, and suddenly make them even better? Is it the nine months of selflessly sharing your body, and sense of individuality with another living being? Is it the months of using their breasts to give life-sustaining sustenance to this child they had carried? Is it the years that follow of patiently tutoring this child she had carried and fed into becoming a productive member of society?
Well, by my observations it must me some combination of all of the above. The young woman I married has been slowly changing in these past years. Changes that I can’t see day-to-day, that are difficult to even see year-to-year, but who I know has become a different person nonetheless. The sleepless nights have worn off some of rough edges, the caregiving has nurtured her nurturing, and seeing the accomplishments of her children has born witness to her own talents and her future potential.
I’m still sure I won! She’s still fantastic, wonderful, caring, loving, & beautiful, but each of those qualities have grown beyond what I even thought possible before my wife became a mother.
(Since I’m sharing this publicly, I do want to add an addendum to this. This post is essentially a love-letter to my wife, not a factual evaluation of motherhood or womanhood. I do recognize that many women achieve great things without becoming mothers. Whether through circumstance or choice, women who do not become mothers have the same chances for individual greatness that women who are mothers do.)