You couldn’t get any more awkward looking than my husband when one of his family members decided to hand him a baby just to hold for a minute. Freaked out didn’t even begin to describe the look on his face. The baby knew it too as she let out a blood curdling scream that had him trying to give her back as fast as he could without dropping her.
I remember thinking this doesn’t bode well for my thoughts of having a household filled with children.
As I pushed pins into that family member’s voodoo doll that night (Kidding, sort of), I plotted how to show my husband that babies and kids were all sorts of awesome.
And he eventually agreed that many were but maybe not quite for us. At least not at that time.
Some years later thanks to his finally being ready and some more added delays thanks to the incredibly sucky world of infertility, baby number one arrived. I knew despite almost passing out in the delivery room, he would be amazing.
The parenting games began. Coincidentally the beer fridge was stocked up more as well.
We navigated new parenting together. At times we were completely clueless and other times we just faked that we knew what we were doing. When our son turned 4 months old, he started noticing daddy and that’s when my husband got excited. A connection was made. And life with a kid wasn’t so bad. Most of the time anyway.
So along came number two.
To say life is chaotic is an understatement. Like all families, there is so much going on. My husband and I are in the trenches of parenting doing what we can to survive the mood swings and phases of a 6 and 3 year old. Many times, there is no energy left at the end of the day to even talk to each other. We don’t always agree on parenting strategies and we are far removed from the people who didn’t have so many worries in the world. But this isn’t about all of that right now.
This is about the daddy my husband became and the one he continues to be. A dad’s journey has to start somewhere.
Thank you for the many nights where you pretended not to hear the baby cry but you finally got up anyway to get that bottle. Somehow you got over that fear of holding babies. It is beyond awesome that you are not that husband that doesn’t know how to put kids to bed if I want to go for a girls night out. You work hard so that there is food on the table and special things for our family. Sometimes you work way too hard and I wish you would slow down. You are in such a hurry to take care of them that you forget they are only this little for so long. When our little girl says she needs daddy to give her a hug and a kiss, I can see how happy you get. She knows that too. That’s why you are wrapped around her finger. You know how to tell our kids you love them. That matters. Both kids ask for you constantly when you are not around. You matter.
We are a long, long way from saying we rocked this parenting journey. As they get older and we do too, it gets challenging in so many more ways. Mistakes are made and tears are shed. That’s just from us. Okay, me. But you hang in there. Advice comes in from everywhere (watch out people, I still have voodoo dolls. Kidding. Sort of.) and we are managing in the best way we know…through love.
Also restocking that fridge.
Cheers to a guy who once upon a time freaked out at holding a baby.
Who would have thought? Oh right….me.
we are proud of keeping it together most of the time. Okay some of the time.
Long enough of a time?
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