It's Father's Day and here's the thing - a lot of men want to get in on this holiday.
Have you ever noticed that?
Oh they don't want to rub the cankles of a pregnant woman or help her feed her frozen yogurt craving at midnight (true story). They don't want to get up at 2am and feed a baby.
But they love to step in and quote deeply "Anyone can be a Father but it takes someone special to be a Daddy". Good for you. But in my book, if takes someone super special to care for that baby while it's in a growing womb.
God bless the men and "uncles" who step in and take a child to a ball game or enjoy a fun household chore with little Billy. You're kind men who do deserve some praise. But you're still no Father. Or daddy.
My husband married an only child. He being of a family of five. To find a happy medium in family size may have been a struggle. But somewhere along the line it was pretty evident - he was going to be a good Father. And a good Dad. From the first time he held my hair when puking, it was a certainty.
When those frozen yogurt cravings kicked in and he had worked a 12 hour day you better believe I ended up with that yogurt. When it was time to listen to a heartbeat and endure an internal ultrasound, he stayed in the room and cried over the heartbeat. Bedrest? He was there. Various maladies and aches and pains and emotional dips and spins and whirls? There. There. There. (and there).
So on a holiday where a lot of men want to take over - men who do good things with children - I say step back and let the baby daddy have his day. If he stuck it out through pregnancy and then walked the floor and went to well child checks and changed a diaper and worked long days only to come home and toss a ball or assemble a bike....he deserves the day.
My ode to daddy....to any daddy....who cared for his baby from day one - from the point of conception. Good job Dad.