As you can tell these images are not near as “clean”, they aren’t photo-shopped to perfection, they are real. This post is a bit too raw for some stock image of the happy dad tossing his kid in the air with the breeze in their hair and the ocean in the background.
F A T H E R S
Shortly after we had our very first son, I was at my whits end. As a new mom I was frazzled easily. I was struggling with the whole life change situation, the breast feeding, the up all night, bottom line- the whole new mom chaos. I was losing it and I kept looking at him. I was getting angry. I was becoming resentful. Look at him over there all calm and collected. He took a shower today. The baby is sound asleep on his chest, why can’t the baby do that with me??
Don’t we get jealous of them in those first few weeks? Mad because we just don’t feel like they are doing enough? I may be all alone on this one, but I have a feeling I’m not. But in the midst of all that, he said something I never thought about. He said “Morgan, I love you. And I’m doing all I can do, but the fact is, in no world will a Daddy ever be a Mama!” And that hit me. There are things that only I, as mama can do. And as exhausting as that is, how much purpose that give us as mamas, right?
Well, I’m here to tell you, in no world will a mama ever be a daddy!! We can try our best, but it will never be the same.
Now I know, we may have our own issues with our spouse, exes, boyfriends, whatever structure you have going on. That’s natural. But at the end of the day, they are still the daddy. They are not irrelevant, they are not disposable, or replaceable! They are D A D D Y! And to our children, they are love, they are joy, they are fun, they are protector, they are the actual moon! So regardless of the stress, the wrong doings, the fight you may have had over dinner last night, tomorrow is a day worth the celebration. A celebration of the daddy-ness they bring! [notice it never says HUSBAND’S DAY on the calendar].
So, setting aside the laundry list of problems that I could hash out with my hubs, I’m going to share something else about him. From day one as a daddy, it was nearing midnight on January 10, 2013, Knight was just born short of two hours before. I don’t think he had even wet his first diaper yet but Daniel insisted he needed to be changed. My first thought was okay, bring him here. But then I watched. I watched this partying, college-life loving guy turn into a daddy. He laid his son down and began to change his diaper. Of course he had some questions, but as soon as I offered to just to it for him, he said No, I need to know how to do this. And that made this mama heart happy. Fast forward a few years + a few more boys later. He is the ring leader of the madness that defines this circus. He is the head of this rowdy dawg pack [they literally walk around the house barking, growling, and howling]. He is the bed time cuddle partner that I have never been. He is the enforcer of discipline [even when he is away, a face-time call is all it takes]. He is the instigator of after hours pop corn eating, even when I’ve said the kitchen is closed. He is the reason the boys know the phrase I love you to the moon and back. He is why these boys think I am a real life princess [especially when I wear a dress].
So, for all these things I will thank him and he will be loved.
H A P P Y E A R L Y F A T H E R S D A Y