Love him well.

Jumping into mom mode first thing in the morning is so hard. You keep going all day – through meals, naps, clean up, school drop offs and pick up, breaking up sibling fights, wiping bums, making more meals, baths and then the whole bedtime routine. Once the kids are down, that’s my time. Right? My time to unwind. Rest. Not have to talk to anyone or listen to anyone. Not to have anyone touching me or climbing all over me.

My time.

It’s so easy to give our husbands the leftovers. The little, tiny bit left that barely feels like much of anything because we’re so exhausted from giving to everyone else all day long. They should understand, right?! Maybe they do. Maybe they don’t. Maybe they say they do, but deep down they feel forgotten or like they just don’t matter much anymore.

This parenting thing is hard. It changes the dynamic of our relationships with our husbands and if we’re not intentional with giving them more than the leftovers, we start to drift. Soon we’re just living under the same roof, raising the same kids and we’re not talking about anything more than schedules and how to discipline our children.

They deserve more. We chose them. Chose to love them for better or worse, In each and every season. Wives, pursue your husbands, even in the midst of motherhood. Greet him at the door with a kiss, schedule that date night, make his favorite meal or dessert – just because. Because that’s what we would have done before we were mamas.