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If you’re a mom reading this, I’m willing to bet that you’re the first-string QB of your household. You are the one who knows what to pack in each lunch, the one that knows who’s already had their allergy medicine for the day, the one that fights the good fight against the laundry pile to keep everyone in clean undies, and the one that holds the answers to all 98,502 questions that your precious pumpkins ask you each and every day. You’re the star of the show. No doubt about it. And though it’s awesome to be #1 in the hearts and minds of the tiny humans that live in your house, it can also be a little intense and overwhelming at times; and that means that every once in a while you may need to pull the undiscovered talent off the bench, dust him off, and throw him into the game. And that player is affectionately known as “Dad”.
The first time that I mentioned to my girls that their daddy was capable of carrying out the same tasks as I am, they almost froze with shock. I was cooking dinner, when my oldest came up to me asking for something to be opened and I replied, “I’ve got my hands full right now, but Dad can.” She looked at me as if I had just spoken in a different language. True bewilderment played out across her face. And then when he indeed opened whatever it was that she needed, it was like she was meeting her dad for the very first time.
And now my youngest, who just turned three the end of April, has started catching on to the idea that her daddy can do things like pour her apple juice in the morning, or brush her teeth before bed, and the world will still turn, and Bluey will still play. And though she still wants her mama for most things, there are rare occasions that she finds me busy with something else and she’ll look at me with her big, brown doe eyes and earnestly ask me, “Can my dada do that?”
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