Over the past few days, THIS ARTICLE by Jeff Pearlman has been circulating around my social media pages. In it, Jeff lists his ’10 commandments of righteous fatherhood’. His suggestions for successful fatherhood include everything from waking up with your kids in the morning, to painting your toenails pink, and ordering the wife to ‘bug off’ once in a while for time to herself.
I’ve got to be honest, I read through it, and my first thought was: ‘Duh?’
Do dad’s REALLY need this check list? Are there dudes out there who don’t think about things like this? Or am I just extremely lucky with my choice of partner and baby daddy?
Then I read the comments from the article. Apparently, I am extremely lucky. And not only lucky, I’m blessed. Not only does my husband not think twice about changing diapers, but he pretty much does 100% of night feedings (once we switched to formula obviously) for both boys. He’s constantly shooing me out the door, knowing sometimes before I do when I’ve hit a breaking point (or will soon) and need some time to myself or time with my girlfriends. He’s been planning since the Mouse was still in utero, to pull him out of school one day when he’s 7 years old, and take him to his first Rangers game, just the two of them.
Today is Father’s Day, and I hope my husband reads this at some point. I hope he knows that even though sometimes I get stressed, and upset, and grouchy, and moody about something he has, or hasn’t done … that I realize that he is a wonderful daddy, and an exceptional husband. That I know that even though he didn’t rinse that plate off when he threw it in the sink last night (and thus, making me mutter under my breath this morning), that he spends 100% of his day thinking about me and his boys, and how much he loves us.
I hope that he knows that even though I get a little stabby when he let’s the Mouse stay up until 9pm, or when I come home to find 8 pairs of his shoes strewn across the living room, or when somehow, the yard doesn’t get cleaned up for 3 weeks in a row … that all the time he spends reading bedtime stories to the Mouse, the snuggle time with the Froggy, the games of Chutes and Ladders, the tee-ball practice in the backyard, the night-time bottles, all of the IMPORTANT stuff more than makes up for the silly little things that make me cranky.
So husband of mine, I DO NOT bequeath you Jeff’s Father’s Day article. You don’t need it. You are awesome, and this day is for celebrating you.
Happy Father’s Day.