A Good Father

Recently my algorithms have shifted a bit to show me so much parenting content. Today alone I watched at least ten videos about moms doing so much hard work and dads being able to sit back and relax. They were funny, I laughed. But deep down I’m just so sorry for people that have that like. I also don’t love how many fathers get caught up in that old trope. I’m not normally one to just sit around bragging on my husband to the empty void of the internet, but today will just be that day. 

My husband is a great husband and such a good father. He takes the hard moments. He doesn’t just play with K, he shares the hard moments with him. He takes the hard nap times when there is such a small chance that any sleep will be found. He doesn’t run from the tears, he doesn’t wait until he’s well rested to step in, he doesn’t hand K over when there’s a meltdown. He’s usually hard at work when he has a few free minutes. If you imagine an exhausted mother putting everything on her own shoulders, that’s probably a better guess of what his life looks like. 

And still, when he’s grocery shopping (which he does for us), he always things to pick up my favorite treats. He grabs an extra Hot Wheels for K on his way out. He finds ways to give me quality alone time every week. He always has my favorite shows downloaded and has found solutions for problems around the house before I even realize they exist. He has planted charging cables at every one of my relaxing corners in the house. When he’s near our favorite sandwich shop he always asks if I want a Veggie Ruben. 

I’m sure there are a lot of good fathers out there. I got the man who was perfect for me and K. He’s also incredibly human. But I can think of no one better to teach my child how to be human. So I’m sorry if I don’t have many husband or father jokes. 

When Kai melts down, Dani always gets to his level to talk.