Father's Day: Hoopla for Daddy
My boys are simply mad about their dad. And rightfully so.
If someone would have asked me to fill out a form in order to give my children the perfect father, I would have been painfully disappointed.
Good fathers evolve over time, in my opinion.
Before bed one night, I overhead Nicholas ask if he can make breakfast. I didn't make the connection of which day he was talking about, mostly because I wasn't paying attention, but for some reason I thought it was for the next day. His daddy said no because he had to leave for work at 5 a.m.
The following day, the same child grabs the calendar and takes it to the table.
Me: What'cha doing, Boo-boo?
Him: Trying to figure out what day it is.
Me (thinking really hard): Um. It is June 15.
I just figured he lost track of the days from being out of school.
He starts talking to himself, "Okay. Today is Thursday. That means...Sunday is Father's Day."
The rest of the day, save for the oh-so-precious quiet time, was sprinkled with questions and discussion on how to do something for Father's Day. This was even after Big Daddy returned home from work.
"Daddy, what do you want for Father's Day?"
"Daddy, can I make you breakfast on Sunday?"
"Daddy, if you could have whatever you wanted, what would you pick?"
"Daddy, I didn't get you a tie!"
Not that I am expecting a medal of honor or anything, but why does he get all the glory? From a child's view, he is the hero and I am the zero. I am with them 90 percent of the time. And that means there is a lot of discipline and other activities that goes on that I can't be the entertainer. Why, I am just wasting away the hours with my passion for cooking; cleaning; taking care of the dogs; washing, drying, folding and ironing clothes; paying the bills; volunteering at school; working; sleeping....
Maybe I am just too sensitive.
It's not that I don't take time to spend with them. There have been plenty of days that I let things go so we could go to the park, go swimming, play some games, watch a movie, but I can't let it all go.
It's just not fair.
Posted by Heather at 7:10 AM