It's a special edition of #TheMaybeClock.
I'm writing this one late on Mother's Day eve.
It seems appropriate that tonight, moms should be..."On The Clock".
In short, when I talked about being "On The Clock" I ran it through the filter of what the NFL Draft taught me about what that meant.
In a few words?
Preparation. Dedication. An affection beyond measure for what they do.
To be great at what you do, you sacrifice a ton. You do the hard work when no one is watching, or seems to care. You are up earlier than most. You study harder than the rest. You juggle multiple things all at once, and make it look like its natural for anyone to try to do that. You are in the top % of anyone who does what you do.
Wait...are we still talking about the NFL?
It sure sounds like we are talking about moms.
Because we are.
As I reflect on #TheMaybeClock, and what I am learning from my writing journey through it, it's not lost on me that "MAYBE", "...it MAY BE that..."
We need to be thankful that someone gave of themselves selflessly for us. They literally changed their entire world for nine months to protect us as we couldn't do that for ourselves. Then...for the next 18 years did the same in so many ways. And they've been there for us every day after, even when we thought we knew better as adults.
Before we could remember, where pictures can only remind us, they carried us. As we think back to us finding our way through childhood, they walked with us. And when we went out to discover the world as adults they covered us.
In their arms.
Next to us.
On their knees in prayer for us.
Tonight, I sit quietly by the love of my life as I'm writing this.
Two thank you's are in order for that moment.
Mom...thank you for carrying, walking, and praying for me.
Nancy...thank you for carrying, walking, and praying for Cara.
I'm sitting here looking at an amazing mother that I am blessed to call my wife, because both of you did everything in your being to give us the gift of each other.
You got us here.
Thank you doesn't quite cover that. But I'll say it so you know how indebted my heart feels for it. Thank you. We love you.
Cara...as you carry, walk, and cover our three blessings it's my greatest joy to be with you on this journey.
Somewhere there are three other moms doing the same thing.
Three other moms wondering where our three kids are, and if someone is holding them close, cheering them on, and praying over them daily.
Tonight...something tells me they know you are, Cara.
"...it MAY BE that..."
The greatest gift we can give the moms in our life this weekend is letting them know that the carrying, walking, and covering aren't just words to describe what they've done for us. Our moms created the heart, character, and integrity that is in us.
You are all constantly "On The Clock". You are, because of WHO you are, not that you should have to be. You are because your heart wouldn't let you have it any other way. You are because you have so much love to give, it needs a 24-7 release.
We love you, moms.
I love you, mom.
I love you, Nancy.
I love you, Cara.
And every day thereafter...
There is no "MAYBE" about that.
Happy Mother's Day.
brett w. gould
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