A little perspective goes a long way…
Dads can be wimps, really.
Ok, Melissa is sick today (possibly the flu) and I am the sole caretaker of Declan, 4 and Teagan, 7 months. The latter fact is something that for whatever reason, always fills me with dread. I always imagine something terrible happening under my watch like drowning, coloring the walls, electrical shock, kidnapping, improper nutrition (you know, the usual). What gets me is that Melissa always handles it like a pro when I don’t get home until late, or I’m out at rehearsal or whatever and she’s stuck with the kids. In fact, she rarely even mentions it. Really. I should be ashamed of myself….she’s sick for goodness sakes, I should be jumping out of my seat to help. Right?
How did our roads diverge to this point? Do we not live in the same house? I spend tons of time with the kids, so why is it that when a situation like this happens, I feel the anxiety rise? Is it some holdover gene from my manly hunter-gatherer forebears?
We may never know men, but what we do know is that moms are awesome. and in general husbands…where we lack, they make up – big time. I for one will be watching the kids tonight with a joyful heart, and I’ll be waiting for Melissa to get better – so I can kiss her and tell her how much I appreciate everything she does. A little perspective goes a long way.