I talk about my wife @midmarchmomma in a way that makes her sound like a local hero because she is. She would never, so I will: here’s a few highlights from her unpublished Mom resume:
- The moment Shawn passed, she worked it out so that Carter, Shawn’s son, could stay with Britt (technically step-mom) by filing for emergency custody. The same day her husband suddenly died, the top priority was making sure Carter was safe and could stay home with her. That was no easy task.
- She raised Cam with Shawn until his untimely death and carried on being a superstar Mom whose son is exactly like her in every strong willed, intelligent, and spunky way.
- I came on the scene which we both knew would be a LOT of work between her kids and mine, starting the long and complicated process of cross-adoption so that every child in our home has a mom and a dad. I didn’t do the legwork: she did. All of it. Hours and hours on the phone, countless forms, and enough court visits where the judge would say “oh, you guys again…”. Listen: you never want a judge to recognize you as a regular unless it’s for a rescue project, which she took on as if they’re all hers, which they are.
- Carter and Mac are going to graduate because of her tireless fighting for them, and, truthfully, even with them (no, you must go to school/do your homework/go to college). Zac is on track to have an excellent high school experience in large part because of her. This blended family thing is no small task.
- She heavily advocated for Lexi, not taking “no” for an answer on anything. If you know Brittany, you know that pushback from the system only encourages her. She hasn’t lost a single battle yet!
- We eat, have insurance, look halfway decent on the way out of the house, and keep moving forward as a family because of her. I get to be her teammate that does some heavy lifting, but she’s the brains behind the operation.
- As she supports her kids, she supports her husband: tirelessly. I don’t have a regular 9-5 job. She took on being a pastor’s wife like she was made for it, not as a piano player or casserole maker, but as a cheerleader. Most people like her more than they like me, and I prefer it that way.
- Her mother’s day gift? A big plastic-y wobbly Bog Bag that she wanted, not for her own sake, but so that she could use it to carry towels, sunblock, and Cam’s beach toys on our summer outings.
- There’s a trend on social media where moms will talk about what they want for Mother’s Day: quiet. Chill. No pressure. Done and done.
I love my wife, not for what she does for me and our kids, but simply for who she is. I get to do life with her, a life of constant ups and downs as we navigate a new reality marked by God’s grace and our constant growth. It sounds like sentimentality, but if something is true, it’s not sentimental. I couldn’t do it without her. God has blessed our family with a mom like this. Like this!
Thank you, Jesus.
Thank you, Brittany.
Of course, I love you both.