Letters to Luthien

Letters to My Future Bride

In Anticipation of…Mothers

“The Hand that Rocks the Cradle
Is the Hand that Rules the World.” 

I’ve already promised you I will be a father to our children.

But today is Mother’s Day, and it puts me in the mind of things that lie just beyond that bright sunrise of our love and marriage.

I’ve had plenty of experience with younger children, as much as one can with younger siblings. Burping, feeding, rocking, clothing and changing of infants, babies, toddlers and on up is firmly ensconced in my repertoire. Although I should like some time just for you and I to be alone, we must not be selfish or remiss in our obligation to “be fruitful and multiply.”

That’s right. Whether you and I like it or not, eventually we’ll just have to get busy and make some babies.

It’s going to change us so much. I think it will not be a difficult transition, since I feel that I often put others first, but for some parenthood changes their entire lives. For the first time, they have to be unselfish. For us, it will be the first time you and I have seen flesh of our flesh, a child borne forth from our union. Part of us, living and breathing, with little fingers, toes, arms and a beautiful, fragile little head. Have you ever smelled a baby’s head? I can’t quite describe it, but it’s beautiful.

We’ll be parents. It’s going to be a shock when I stop just being me and become your husband — your man. You’ll be my lady, my wife. But then we’ll become parents. You’ll be a mother. I’ll be a dad. Our transition to adulthood will be complete.

What do you think sounds good to start with? Three daughters? Triplets if you like. We can name them Faith, Hope and Charity. I’ve always liked those names.

Those little kids are going to grow up, and we’ll get to celebrate all the things you do for us as a mother. You’re going to be an awesome mother, I just know it. We won’t let you forget it. We may do the stereotypical “breakfast in bed” number. I never much saw the attraction of that. Too much relaxation, too high a risk for spilling or making a mess. But if that’s what you like, we’ll make that happen.

But don’t forget, we’ve each got mothers too. At least, I hope they’ll both still be alive when we marry! There’s no telling what yours is like. She could be crazy. She could be batty. She could no longer be with us. Or she could be a perfect angel that I’ll be happy for our kids to call grandma. Either way, I look forward to impressing her. I look forward to you meeting my mom. She’s great. You’ll get along nicely together I’m sure.

Did you ever stop and think that no matter how many wonderful things have happened, life just hasn’t quite begun yet?

May 14, 2012 - Posted by | Anticipation, Holidays

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