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The Value of Wives and Mothers by Jim Sevy I am the Father of 9 beautiful children and Husband to a truly amazing woman. My wife is amazing because of her patience, courage, creativity, passion and capacity to love. My wife demonstrates this to me daily as she starts her day, helps me start mine, helps the children start their day and then homeschools them. I occasionally have the opportunity to baby sit for my wife and my appreciation for what she does, everyday, grows as I have my very limited patience and capacity to love challenged for a short 2 hour period. My wife will come home and with a slight amount of satisfaction, realizes that I am quite thoroughly frazzled. “And you were only alone with them for 2 hours”, she matter-of-factly observes. My wife has come to have an appreciation for 5:00 pm, or there abouts. That is the time when she starts to anticipate my arrival at home from work. It is no surprise for me to get a call from my wife on my cell phone as I am driving home. When I answer I get a varied range of emotion from the other end of the call. My wife will be pleased because I am on the way, or somewhat disturbed because I’m not home yet. Yesterday she called and asked simply, where are you. I told her that I was on 8th North (near the beginning of my journey home.) She said, “darn”, and hung up. I called back and my daughter answered the phone. I asked her what was going on. She told me that my wife was looking for the camera, and that she had found it for her. I asked to speak to my wife and heard her say in the background, “I don’t have anything to say to him.” At that point I figured that I was in trouble and continued my trip home with a certain amount of apprehension. As I began turning into
the driveway I saw my naked 2-year-old son dart across the driveway
looking very much like a ghost. I wasn’t quite sure what was the cause
of his ghostly appearance. I then saw my wife sitting in the lawn
furniture holding a ghostly looking 4 year old daughter whose foot was
bleeding all over the place. As I got out of the car to hurry over to her
to see what had happened, my 8 year old son came running around the
corner, covered only in a towel, the remnants of his shower and with a
head full of hair that looked to be covered in something like bread dough.
The picture was getting clearer. Something had happened with the 5-gallon
bucket of flour that we store under the counter in the kitchen. The older
siblings also ran out to explain that the 8 year old had had a flour fight
with the 2 and 4 year olds. He was standing in a pile of flour that had
ended up on the back step outside the kitchen. I suggested to him that he
should go and get the broom and dustpan and clean up that mess, and not to
bother getting dressed first. My wife, with a completely calm demeanor, lovingly carried our flour-covered 4-year-old into the house where she could clean her wounds and bath her. As I entered the house the 3 oldest kids were busily cleaning up the aftermath of the flour fight. My wife let me know that she had taken pictures so that I could see the totality of the event. I was thoroughly impressed with the way my wife had reacted to this situation. The mess was cleaned up, the wounds bound and things returned to our brand of normal with relative speed. The 8 year old still owes me an explanation, the 4 year olds foot is healing and most amazing of all, my wife has the ability to start all over the next day. Her strength, resolve and courage are an inspiration to me. I am glad that I did not have to face that test alone and am blessed that my wife is continually willing to face that kind of test everyday and that she has the strength to pass them with flying colors. |
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