Tomorrow is my husband's birthday. Fifty-three years ago today, my beloved mother-in-law was preparing to give birth to her first child. She wasn't even 25-years old when she first held her darling, precious baby boy.
The love that a mother has for her son is far different than the love a wife has for her husband. As much as I love my husband, and I love him dearly, the love I have for him doesn't compare to the love she has for him. A mother has a primal connection to her children. My husband is number one in my heart because our marriage relationship must take first priority for the sake of our children, but my husband is not the flesh of my flesh.
My in-laws have been married for over 55 years. I would guess that they had every reason to expect that my husband would remain happily married to the wife of his youth. I can't imagine how painful it was for my in-laws to see my husband in an unhappy marriage, in unhappy relationships. I'm sure that they are quite pleased to see their son so happily married with an adorable little boy of his own.
I am thankful that my in-laws chose to have children. I'm thankful that God gave them my husband. I am so very thankful that they raised him to be a faithful and good man with a strong work ethic.
I adore being my husband's wife. I love being the mother of his child. I owe my happiness to my in-laws.
Fifty-three years ago, my mother-in-law was holding her sweet newborn on the day of his birth. Tomorrow I'll hold my wonderful husband on his 53rd birthday.