There is one time in my life that I am satisfied with second place, and that is in being a parent. My wife Annie never ceases to amaze me in her patience with our son. She never forgets anything when it comes to him. I watched her carry him for nine months and then give birth to him, and it is there, that I believe makes the difference. I don’t know how to explain it, but it is beautiful to witness. I am not saying that she loves him any more than I do, but something special is there. As I said, I see it, I can’t explain it, and I never want to replace it.

God was very unfair in this childbearing program as far as the sharing of the discomfort, change in physical appearance, PAIN. But, then again, I know for a fact, that the great mothers would have it no other way. It’s that something special closeness they have with their children, over we fathers, that makes it all worthwhile. Yes, I must say, second place is just fine for me.

God couldn’t be everywhere … so he made mothers.

Happy Mother’s Day to all you wonderful mothers.