This is such a great picture! Alan and Deb, cheek to cheek. It reminds me of how Deb was always “in touch” with our kids on so many different levels. She always knew what was going on with them, what they were thinking, when they were happy, sad, mad, etc. And best of all, she knew just what to say or do (or NOT say or do) based on the situation. Sometimes I’d walk into a room and she’d be chatting with either Alan or Jeffrey, and she’d give me that “go away” look, meaning she was talking with them about something important and Dad’s presence wasn’t needed and/or helpful at that particular time. That never bothered me. We were a team, and we both were effective in helping raise our boys. Sometimes a guy just needs to chat with Mom about stuff. Other times its Dad. But it always warmed my heart to watch Deb reading the umpteenth book in a particular series like The Hardy Boys or Redwall because that’s what the boys were into during that phase of their life and was another way she could connect with them. Or watch movies with them so they could talk about funny characters or the plot.
One of the many running jokes in our house was watching me fall asleep in my recliner during our Friday “Family Night” festivities. We’d order pizza or subs and watch a movie, but I was usually snoring within a matter of minutes. I’d wake up and the three of them would be looking at me with huge smiles on their faces until I dozed off again. And again. And again. Wash, rinse, repeat.
But Deb always hung in there. Always connected. Always “in touch”.
That’s what Mom’s do.
“She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: ‘Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.'” Proverbs 31:27-29