This lady. She’s a gem. And although it isn’t Mother’s Day, I wanted to say, this woman is the best mother I have ever seen (sure, I know I am biased — but I am so for good reason), and I am so thankful that she is such an integral part of our family’s existence.
Yesterday, we drove some 550+ miles, in our van, Sylvia, to visit Natalie’s sister, and some of the friends the three of us share. And as the miles ticked by (sometimes at an excruciatingly slow pace), I watched from the driver’s seat as Natalie made gymnastic maneuvers to/in/from the back of the van to fulfill the various needs of our travel-irritated girls. She fished snacks from various containers she’d packed for us. She lobbed numerous toys she’d brought to the back seats. She negotiated disputes. She drew pictures for and told/read stories to our youngest (who forgot how to say anything but “Nursie, Nursie” for at least 3 hours). She updated me on the novel she’s been reading (one of our mutually favorite past times) in such exact detail, it is as if I got to read it through her. She navigated. She bought us shoes at a box store in Coeur d’Alene. She reminded me (with all the things she did) nearly every minute for over 9 hours just why and how much I love her.
In such conditions, with kids loudly exclaiming their suffering of every possible ailment, and alternately screaming with delight in the narrow confines of the family van, it might be easy to forget or not notice such things. But for this woman. Her every move is — well, moving. Her every choice in parenting the girls is what I would choose. Her thoughtfulness, and preparatory genius continue to astound me (seven years later). She is good. She is good-ness. And I am so thankful that she — is.