When you carry a baby inside your body for all those long, hot, mostly uncomfortable months...
When you go through the agony of delivery (no matter what method or how many drugs are utilized - there is no “easy” way for that baby to come out)...
When you nurse, nourish and sustain the very life of your sweet little babies...
...it’s hard not to think of them as “mine” when, in actuality, they are “ours.”
I have to remind myself (often) that Hubby hasn’t been a Daddy one day longer than I’ve been a Mommy. Meaning, I don’t know any more about this child-rearing ride we’re on than he does.
I have to remind myself that Hubby was once a little boy. Who grew up into a damn fine man. So, he has a little more context than I do (at times) as to what my little boys need. He had to get me used to bruises and bumps, dirt and “gross-out” humor.
So, honey, for all the days I haven’t given you enough credit - here it is. You are the father that our boys need. You are the person that they want to play with all day, every day. You are their buddy, their rock, their jungle gym and their hero. In their eyes, there is nothing you can’t do and there is no man who is taller, stronger or better than their Daddy.
And, they are right.
I love you for the man you are, but I love you even more for the father that you are. I never knew you could be so tender with our little boys while, at the same time, showing them what it means to be a true man. As lucky as I am to have you, they are luckier because you get to influence the people that they will become.
When you go through the agony of delivery (no matter what method or how many drugs are utilized - there is no “easy” way for that baby to come out)...
When you nurse, nourish and sustain the very life of your sweet little babies...
...it’s hard not to think of them as “mine” when, in actuality, they are “ours.”
I have to remind myself (often) that Hubby hasn’t been a Daddy one day longer than I’ve been a Mommy. Meaning, I don’t know any more about this child-rearing ride we’re on than he does.
I have to remind myself that Hubby was once a little boy. Who grew up into a damn fine man. So, he has a little more context than I do (at times) as to what my little boys need. He had to get me used to bruises and bumps, dirt and “gross-out” humor.
So, honey, for all the days I haven’t given you enough credit - here it is. You are the father that our boys need. You are the person that they want to play with all day, every day. You are their buddy, their rock, their jungle gym and their hero. In their eyes, there is nothing you can’t do and there is no man who is taller, stronger or better than their Daddy.
And, they are right.
I love you for the man you are, but I love you even more for the father that you are. I never knew you could be so tender with our little boys while, at the same time, showing them what it means to be a true man. As lucky as I am to have you, they are luckier because you get to influence the people that they will become.
Happy Father’s Day, my love.
2 comments:
What a great post! I may "borrow" some of it in my husband's Father's Day card. :) I kid, I kid.
Love this! Hope he had a really fantastic Daddy's Day!!
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