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.


Melissa Culbertson said...

I hear ya. I think it's because we AREN'T away from them as much. They get tired of seeing us I guess!

Jennifer Bullock said...

Word, especially with my girls, I get "I love daddy more than you," I'm okay with that but what the heck *LOL*

Chele said...

But Mom's get all the glory later in life! Especially if we have boys! HUGS!!!

Heather C. said...

I agree with you there, Robin. When I taught, the last project of the year that I did with my students was a Father's Day gift. They loved it. 

Heather C. said...

I am always afraid it won't happen. You know that poem? "A daughter is a daughter all of her life; a son is a son until he takes a wife."

We are always doing stuff with my family. Mostly because his family lives out--of-state. But BD and I have talked before that it would probably still be that way even if his dad or brothers lived here. 

Heather C. said...

Wow. Jenn. I just don't know what to say. 

Heather C. said...

I have gotten that answer a time or two.

"How come you guys don't get this excited when I come home?"
"We see you all the time!"

Although, in their defense, in the rare case I do go somewhere alone, if I were to call home, I get, "When are you coming home?"

TheBKeepsUsHonest said...

ha I totally understand. My son is only 3 but he adores his daddy. Whenever he is home they are inseparable and God forbid dad try to leave without saying goodbye. I on the other hand could be mia for a whole day and he probably wouldn't notice. But I am happy that he adores his dad so much and that his dad delights in the time they spend together. I think that means we must be doing something right.

Lisa said...

I'm feeling you on this one. Dad is the hero and I'm the one getting all of the eye rolls. *sigh* 

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