Foot massage and gratitude

I was really tired the other night and my dear husband came and gave me a foot massage. It reminded me of all the massages I was given while in labor. He spent a lot of time pushing on my back and would comment afterwards how is hands hurt. In all reality, I'm pretty sure I was working much harder, but once I became pregnant, there was nothing I could do about it. My husband, on the other hand, could at any point in time just left me. He could have just sat down on the chair while I labored. He could have gotten offended at how curt I was with him. Or when I told him not to touch me, he could have just walked away.

So, while I did a good majority of the hard work in my labors:), I am grateful my husband did not walk away. But stayed with me, held my hand, rubbed my back, withstood my sharp tones. I almost think that this is a good example of how I should be a mother.....