I was all geared up. Convicted I needed to be more playful with my kids, I was taking them to an animated movie! The boys loved doing this; we would do popcorn, the whole bit. What a great surprise! So I broke the news at dinner.

My 4-year-old actually grimaced. “Do you mind if I just stay home with Dad because he’s so cool?”

It gets worse. The movie, though animated, was also a little scary. But I was determined to make a memory. “That was so fun, guys. I’m glad I got to do this with you!”

The 4-year-old again: “It wasn’t that good. Told you I should have stayed home with Dad.”

I am mildly amazed that I spend my days caring for my kids, reading stories, kissing boo-boos, but also wiping a lot of, well, everything, making sure my family’s needs are met; the kids and I do have picnics, play board games, do crafts, make cookies. But when the door opens at 6:00, it’s “DAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!” I cannot personally remember a lot of these crazed, rushing greetings for myself. My husband—TA-DA!—has walked in the door. And I stand there with hair frizzed out, someone else’s lunch and/or bodily fluids on my shirt unbeknownst to me, patience exhausted. (“Mom who?”)

But I have to ask myself: Could there be a better hero?

Yeah, sometimes I feel like plain old Mom. But I’m pretty excited myself (relief is admittedly involved) when I hear the door open before dinner. And my “cup overflows” with a man who serves our family and does it with our kids right alongside; they can’t wait to work on landscaping with him, tag along to Home Depot (do the milkshakes afterward ensure loyalty?), make home repairs with their little plastic toolbox—whatever. He also wrestles with them to get out all of that excess energy (there’s a lot), hides in the shower for minutes on end while they play Hide and Seek and forget to find him, or whatever.

I’m fortunate to have a husband who’s a man of God, a man of integrity, a servant to his family. Apart from Jesus, I can’t really think of a more qualified star. As Paul says, “Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ” (1 Corinthians 11:1, NIV).

Guess I’m okay with my kids playing paparazzi.

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