Mommy

"Mommy." The word is somewhat daunting; and the responsibility and pressures, both internal and societal, can be overwhelming. I thought "wife" was challenging. I mean, making sure the husband has his slippers, newspaper and glass of Scotch upon his arrival home must be an arduous task in itself. But Mommy? I know that I certainly wouldn't be able to live up to it.

Once upon a time, I got a say in who my wife would be. Granted, fate seemed to have made the choice as it took all of about an hour to make my decision one cold December night 9+ years ago. But at least I was involved in the decision process. Jack and Siena, however, had no choice in who would become their mommy. Luckily for my kids, though, they have Megan. And they couldn't have been more fortunate.

For anybody who knows Megan, you know that she has an acute attention for detail. During her pregnancy, she did all the right things to nurture those little beings growing inside: she ate really well, never drank, played music on her belly and generally maintained a positive state of mind. The pregnancy was so successful that she made it to the 39th week - a very rare feat for twins.

As a mom, she is spectacular. Now I'm not saying Megan is some sort of super-mommy. Juggling double the diapers and feedings all while blow-drying her hair and signing a hundred thank-you notes - she actually does that. But that's not the point. The point is that she is in love with her family. And it shows. Certainly, she takes care of the kids' immediate needs. But she also thinks hard about their future and is willing to do what it takes to prepare them for success. Not every day is easy (in fact, most are very exhausting), but through it all Megan consistently stays positive and showers the babies with love. And all of this without needing to grow six new tentacles.

Yes, my children are lucky. But I consider myself to be the most fortunate of them all.