Trusting Instincts
Suzie Calvin
Riverside CA USA
From: NEW BEGINNINGS, Vol. 18 No. 5, September-October 2001, p. 191
I am not sure if my husband
realizes just how much I appreciate him. I sometimes can't even put
my feelings into words. In addition to the gift of our two beautful
children and his undying love and devotion, Jeff has given me one of
the best gifts I could ever wish for-his trust and respect for my mothering
instincts.
I never had to lecture Jeff
about the benefits of breastfeeding. I simply explained that I believed
breastfeeding babies was nature's intention and that it was the best
way I could mother our children. From the moment they were bom, he reveled
in their attachment to us, amazed that I could produce enough milk to
feed our children. He has laughed gleefully through countless breastfeeding
conversations initiated by our nursing toddler. As the breastfeeding
relationship between my child and me grows, my husband grows as well.
I think Jeff was almost better
prepared to sleep with our children than I was. He certainly has had
the most difficult time letting go of this phase of our parenting. Even
though our son has had his own small twin bed for a long time, he and
my willing husband frequently cuddle in bed. If they aren't in the twin
bed together, my son and my husband, who is taller than six feet, frequently
spend the night in a small plastic tent. The plastic tent frame bruises
Jeffs back, and his legs hang
out of the tent and out from under the blankets, but that never seems
to bother him.
There are some days when
I feel my husband trusts my instincts more than I do. I can't recall
a time when he questioned them. He empowers me. He makes me feel as
though my job is the most important one in the entire universe. His
respect, love, and admiration make me whole. And watching him with our
children has made me fall in love with him all over again.
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