From time to time (more than I am proud to admit), I have been jealous of the matriarchs in Drewâ€™s life. The love and respect this man has for the incredible women who raised him can be overwhelming to a novice wife such as myself. Just look at the facts: they make better biscuits and fried green tomatoes, they kissed his boo-boos, and have never made him speak about crampsâ€”or begged him to give copious details about his day at the office (which he rarely wishes to describe once heâ€™s on his own time, fair enough).
The point I am making is that I have not felt confident that I could ever measure up. I have wondered what in the world lead him to meâ€”a nutty, over-sensitive, blabber mouth with zero fashion sense or super model qualities.
Suddenly a light has come on. In considering his devotion and the qualities he values most in them, I feel humbled. I am in my early days of becoming awesome still, but he chose me because of these women, not despite them. It makes sense; Iâ€™ve always said that I see the qualities I favour in my dad in Drew. He likes to laugh (bathroom and geeky humor), heâ€™s really intelligent, he is organised, logical, thoughtful, generous, he challenges me, he values honesty, he plays guitar, he has simple needs, and heâ€™s creative (there is probably more). If this is true for Drew, it makes sense it might be true for me.
These women instilled in him high standards; his high standards brought him to me. His love and respect for these women is nothing if not a direct reflection on what he sees in me. I am a candidate for that clubâ€”I could hold my own among women of this calibre some day. They are seasoned livers of life, strong, full of love, incredibly kind, prone to laughter, quick to add a seat at the dinner table for any friend you bring home, smart, practical, family oriented, loyalâ€¦ These are also the qualities I saw in my mom on her best of days. I have what it takes to grow into these shoes and, God willing, there is still time.
There are more women in Drew’s life with whom I could never competeâ€“and I just wouldn’t try. I have seen Drew struggle to grow into his role as an adult big brother to three amazing ladies; it doesn’t necessarily come naturally to him… (Women are infinitely complicated, bless him.) But being able to see his heart straight through his chest, even when his words fail him, I know what he feels for them and how far it extends. This gives me all the peace I need to know that his well is deep enough to hold all the love his baby will ever need. His patience may wax and wane (as it does with us all), but he has an incredible heart.
I can’t promise that I won’t ever feel a pang of jealousy again (what women could?!), but I can’t imagine that I will ever go back to feeling quite the same about all the women in his life. I am so honored that he saw something in me worthy of being among them.
Photo credit: Brooke Kelly Photography