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It’s been a rough few weeks for this work-at-home dad. For starters, pollen counts are at an all-time high here in California, and my allergies are merciless. I’m training for a half marathon, and my right knee is bothering me. Finally, our almost-two-year-old has been waking up at 5:30am and then refusing to nap so it's a challenge to get any work done without a constant drip of caffeine. But whenever I start feeling too sorry for myself, I think about everything on my wife's plate. That puts it all in perspective. I'm a wuss.
She works full-time out of the house -- yet never ever gets frazzed by to do lists and not-done tasks. She’s an amazing mother who has instilled a love of musicals, flowers, and archeology in our daughter (who can now identify Machu Picchu). She can listen to 20 rounds of "We are Siamese" in the car and still smile. She prepares dinners like homemade pizza or kale and sausage soup five nights a week, and also does the bulk of the laundry and makes the bed. (I admit it; I don't help as much as I could. I'm sure you're not perfect, either.)
Oh, and on top of all this, she’s five months pregnant with our second daughter. I know dads shouldn't need a day to be hit over the head and reminded of how awesome moms are, but I'm glad there is one. Five minutes in my wife’s shoes and I’d have a panic attack, sweat through my T-shirt, then drink a beer.
So in honor of Mother's Day, I just want to say to my wife: Your ability to do so much for so many, without ever complaining or showing signs of stress inspires me to be a better, calmer person. Futhermore, if ever, at any point in my life, I can achieve the levels of kindness and compassion towards others that you demonstrate even on your worst days, I'll consider myself a real man. Thanks so much to my wife -- and to all the moms out there this Mother's Day.