Ohh, to be a dad!
Tue Jul 17, 2007 at 09:09:27 AM PDT
How I have two boys is beyond me. I thought for sure collecting china tea sets and thinking pink would do the job. Besides that, everyone said I was carrying like girl...both times. What did they know anyway?
So now I have these two boys. One is three and a half, the other barely nine months. The three year old, MJ, is really giving me a run for my money – he is all boy...even down to the dirt under his fingernails!
Since my husband is in the Navy, he is gone every now and again – out training, out with a ship, at a school, or any other various assignment he gets. I can tell you though, the moment he walks through the front door mom officially becomes chopped liver.
It isn’t that I mind playing second fiddle to dad – I actually enjoy the relief and a moment to use the restroom by myself! However when the same child that just told me he wants to marry me “tomorrow” forgets I exist in the glow of his father’s attention, I must admit I feel a little like last year’s power ranger.
Last week this phenomenon happened when my husband came home from a short training trip. He got home early in the morning and my oldest spent the day with him doing all sorts of things around the house. When they finally came in they smelled so badly, it reminded me of the time we visited the petting farm – specifically the baby goats. I offered to help MJ get his shoes off and he said, rather vehemently, “NO! Daddy will help me!” So I left the “guys” to their own devices and went to call my mother to lament my lowered status on the totem pole.
As a mother of a boy herself, she commiserated. There is just something about the dads, she said. The way they let kids climb all over them and use swear words when mom isn’t around. Are you ready to pick up the next garden snake that comes through your yard, she asked? Or let him use a cupful of syrup on his pancakes? If not, don’t even try to compete.
After we got the boys down for the night I decided to ask Mike his opinion, or rather, his secret. He said, “I do fun things with him.” To this, I sputtered indignantly, “Besides keeping him bathed, clothed and fed I take him to the pool, we go to McDonald’s, and the movies together! Aren’t these things fun!?!” Mike’s simple answer was, “Let me rundown what I did with him today: I let him go under the house with me – with a flashlight! Then we went to Home Depot and mowed the lawn.”
Now in possession of the knowledge of what it takes to be dad, I give up. Totally surrender. I’ll stick to air conditioned movie theaters and swim lessons. Dad can handle all that...well, gross boy stuff.
I’ll just make sure his fingernails are clean before he goes to bed!
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