The Sweetest Mother's Day Gift!

Imagine this:

Your husband is constantly spending all day in pajamas, or gym attire. He doesn’t make taking care of himself a priority, often forgetting to shower and is now sporting dirty hair and an unshaven face for the third day in a row. He has dark circles under his eyes and a grumpy disposition because of his long to-do list. While he is a wonderful father, you often feel like you are the last thing on his mind. At the end of the day, he collapses on the couch and binges television until he falls asleep.

Now truthfully answer this:

Would you feel loved and honored as a partner? Would you feel attracted to him?

I wouldn’t, and when I think about it that way, it’s obvious to me that I never want my husband to feel that way either.

Let’s be honest ladies—we show up for our children, our friends, and our family members but so often we forget about our husbands. We give them whatever we have left at the end of the day, which is often nothing. We tend to take them for granted, to forget that while they can feed and bath themselves (unlike our children!), they still need us. They need to feel valued, respected and connected to us. 

My husband is my partner and very best friend and he is (or should be) my first priority. He works extremely hard all day long to provide for our family. To give us this life that allows me to stay home and raise our babies. And while the days are long and the to-do lists never-ending, that doesn’t give me a permission slip to let myself go.

To be clear, my husband does not ask or expect me to look good for him. But as his wife, I expect it of myself. I want to give him the very best version of myself and that means taking time to put a little effort into how I look. He’d never admit it but I’m pretty confident he would prefer put-together me over the alternative. Not only is it more attractive but looking put-together assures him that I am managing the home and children well (or at least faking it really well). 

Time is valuable and we mamas don’t have hours to spend dolling ourselves up for our husbands (although every once and awhile it is fun!). Finding ways to spend a few quick minutes on yourself can make a huge difference. I have four babies at home so let’s be honest, getting a shower in is sometimes a struggle. What makes a huge difference for me—shower or not—is getting dressed. I make a point not to spend all day in pajamas or yoga pants. Also, while I’m not a big makeup person, I do find that a quick dab of concealer and swipe of mascara make me feel better. 

For all the tired mamas out there who want to look good for their husbands but are barely keeping their head above water right now, let me try to encourage you. I don’t succeed with this every day. This has also taken me more than six years of working on it. Those early years after I first became a mom, I assure you I looked like a hot mess every day. 

Some days are rougher than others and all we can manage is to take care of the kids. That’s OK! On those days, my husband is lucky if I have a clean shirt on. On the other days though, I try to get dressed early in the day even if the reality is that sometimes I throw on a clean outfit and mascara 10 minutes before he gets home from work. 

Here’s the bottom line: when I feel good about how I look, I project that confidence in the way I carry myself and interact with others. Understandably, that confidence translates to how I interact with my husband. When I feel good about myself, I show my affection more freely, am more open to intimacy, and make sure to strengthen our connection as husband and wife. 

So God Made a Grandmother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Order Now!

Katelynne Eid

Katelynne is married to her high school sweetheart and a stay at home mom to 4 little ones in Connecticut. When she is not managing the house or homeschooling her little ones, she provides encouragement and practical ideas for other homemakers and mamas through her blog The Disguised Supermom. Her passion is supporting these women, lifting them up and giving them tangible ways to ease the stress that comes from each aspect of their life.

I Still Can’t Believe You’re Mine

In: Marriage
Man and woman dressed up dancing

I still can’t believe you’re mine. Lately, I’ve found myself reflecting on how far we’ve come—two babies, multiple moves, and the weight of a world that hasn’t always been kind. There were seasons when things felt uncertain. Seasons when growth hurt. Seasons when staying required more strength than leaving ever would have. I know not everyone believed we would make it this far. But it was always you. God was leading me to you long before I understood it. In ways I couldn’t see at the time, He was writing a story bigger than my fears, bigger than my doubts,...

Keep Reading

True Love Is Built In the Moments No One Sees

In: Marriage
Two pinkies hooked with wedding rings

There is nothing simple about raising a medically complex child. We carry emergency plans the way others carry wallets. Med lists are memorized. Hospital routes are second nature. We measure time in seizures, appointments, medication schedules, and recovery windows. Early Monday morning, after our 10-year-old autistic son was sedated for stitches following a seizure fall, he was sick. My husband held him upright while he vomited. I grabbed towels, trying to catch what I could. We moved in sync—no discussion, no drama, just instinct and practice. And I thought about our marriage. It isn’t glitz and glamour. It’s not candlelit...

Keep Reading

We Fall In Love a Million Times

In: Marriage
Man kissing woman on forehead

Recently, I read a picture book to my children titled Would I Trade My Parents? The book is about a little boy who wishes he could exchange his parents for his friends’ parents. But in the end, he remembers all the amazing things his parents do for him and realizes he wouldn’t trade them after all. He knows they’re the best. After reading this book, my immediate thought was there should be a book for couples called Would I Trade My Partner? Because while we can’t trade our children (or our parents), we most certainly can trade our spouses if we really...

Keep Reading

As a Newly-Single Mom, I’m Learning How To Parent Alone

In: Marriage, Motherhood
Mother with little girl on piggyback walking down road

I have four beautiful children. Each of them is unique, full of purpose, and wonderfully made by God. Being their mom is my greatest joy and my biggest challenge. As a newly single mom, the normal things of adolescence I used to have help governing are now much more difficult to navigate. I constantly worry my unhealed trauma is going to spill out onto my kids and mess them up. Who’s with me? I have teenage daughters. That fact in and of itself is frightening. It is so easy to let them down. I try to meet them where they...

Keep Reading

My Husband Is By My Side Through Every Storm

In: Grief, Marriage
Man with arm around woman's chair

The year 2025 began as a quiet storm. I was slipping into the fog of depression while navigating the early chaos of perimenopause, and some days simply getting out of bed felt impossible. My thoughts felt dark and heavy, my body unfamiliar, my energy nonexistent, and my moods uncontrollable. And yet, in the haze, there was one constant: my husband. He noticed the subtle shifts I barely acknowledged. The sighs, the quiet retreats into myself, the moments I almost broke. Instead of judgment or frustration, he offered presence. He held space for my struggle without trying to “fix” it, and...

Keep Reading

The Love Story Built on Paper and Perseverance

In: Living, Marriage
woman sits on floor with papers spread around her

I still remember the nights when our living room floor disappeared beneath piles of forms, envelopes, and government instructions. I sat cross-legged on the carpet, trying to make sense of words that felt more complicated than they needed to be, holding papers that determined our future in ways I could hardly process. My husband sat nearby, both of us tired, both of us learning patience one page at a time. This was the part of our love story no one prepares you for. Not the dreamy beginning, not the pretty milestones, but the long, exhausting middle. The part filled with...

Keep Reading

Even When Marriage Is Good, It Can Leave You Exhausted

In: Marriage
Couple on beach, man kisses woman's forehead

I love my husband, John. He’s kind and funny, smart and, most importantly, he’s committed to our life together. He works hard every day to be there for our family. He doesn’t want me to carry more than my share. But I am tired in a way that sleep can’t restore. There’s an inherent weariness that’s accumulated quietly over the years by doing what needed to be done without little, if any, notice. From the outside looking in, our marriage looks rock-steady and functional. That’s because in many ways, it is. We meet our responsibilities and manage our schedules. You...

Keep Reading

I Know Good Fathers Exist—Because I’m Married To One

In: Marriage
Father holding young child, side photo

When I found out I was pregnant in college, I was afraid to share the news with my then-boyfriend (now-husband). I was afraid because when my biological dad found out my mom was pregnant, he left. His parents wanted me aborted. His family wanted him to walk away. In the end, my dad chose himself. He didn’t choose me. He didn’t fight for me. He didn’t protect my life. I was afraid to share the news of my pregnancy because I thought my husband would leave too. He was told by some to have me abort our baby or to...

Keep Reading

I Love the Man Behind the Beard

In: Marriage
Smiling man with beard scruff driving car

My husband, John, had sideburns and a mustache when we were married. And I loved them. He grew the first beard because he could. It was during our first weeks as a married couple, back in 1972, and the Navy had permitted enlisted members to have facial hair. They all pretty much had to grow beards, just on principle. I remember looking over at him as we drove to Homestead, Florida, where we were stationed, and seeing the romantic, tortured face of Richard Harris from the movie Camelot and a suave, tuxedoed Robert Goulet smiling across the car at me...

Keep Reading

Dear Husband, Let’s Chase a Love That Still Chooses

In: Marriage
Husband and wife laughing in living room

They pass each other in the hallway, coffee in one hand, keys in the other. One is coming home while the other is heading out. A kiss at the door, a tired smile, a promise to catch up later. Their love, once stretched across endless evenings and unhurried laughter, now fits into the small spaces between schedules and alarms. They both work hard, not because they love the distance, but because they are building a life together. Yet sometimes it feels like the life they are building is pulling them apart. Conversations happen through text messages and quick calls on...

Keep Reading