The Superdad

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A few weeks ago we made an important decision in our house: we would be pulling our 14-month old twins out of full-time day care. They would be joining their 3 1/2 year old sister at home. And the primary caretaker would be their father.

At the time, I was a little bitter. I wanted to be the one to stay home full-time. As the mother, I felt I was not only better suited, but I felt a sense of entitlement to the part. After all, I carried them, endured bed rest, delivered them, and nursed them. Shouldn’t I get the reward of spending oodles and oodles of time enjoying them now? But, circumstances of our household and current employment situations mean – Dad is the man for the job.

I am now home on bed rest (with child #4) and I’ve had plenty of time to observe and over-hear daily events in this house and I realize – Holy Crap. He IS better for the job. He’s Superdad.

And what is his superpower?

Nerves of Steel.

While I have the patience of a saint, I have the nerves of, mmm, straw, perhaps? And with the boys finding their footing and learning to climb, move furniture, wrestle, etc., I find, I am not suited for their full-time care at this point. I can barely breathe when they get going. I want to wrap them in bubble wrap and keep them in furniture-free zone. My husband on the other hand is not phased one iota by their shenanigans.

And everyone is happier and more relaxed as a result.

He even managed to take all three out of the house yesterday to give me some peace and quiet. Where was his chosen destination? Shoe shopping (for himself) and the Apple Store. Yes, a mecca of electronics so breakable and expensive I barely touch anything when I go in there by myself. Was he nervous? No. He just pumped right on in there with three kids and proceeded to consult with an employee about some issues on his laptop. As a result of his ease, the children behaved. If I were to duplicate this adventure, my stress level would have them so ramped up, we would all be running out of there crying. He then proceeded to take the three of them out to lunch. In a restaurant. WHAT? I’m shaking at the thought of doing that. And they all ate, and the staff and other patrons loved them.

So, yes, I wish I didn’t have to work and could spend hours on end with the children. But, perhaps I will keep quiet about that desire until they are, say, seven? Or at least able to know enough to not to try and walk upright under the kitchen table, practically knocking themselves unconscious in the process.

Thanks, Superdad. You’re my hero.

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9 thoughts on “The Superdad”

  1. What a sweet post. We all need a SuperDad in our life. :)

    I am also sure, however, that if you were home 24-7 you would also become SuperMom—there’s something about all that time with kids which makes you a little chiller, or, on occasion, shriller, but that’s a whole ‘nother post!

  2. Okay, that made me tear up. If someone wrote something like that about me, it’s all I would want for Christmas! And I think I speak for my husband there too.

    It is truly a gift to live in a time where, although we may sometimes get rude comments or sideways glances, each family can decide itself for how to run its business, regardless of gender stereotypes or expectations.

    Good luck with number 4! Bed rest isn’t easy!

  3. Aww, that is the coolest, sweetest thing ever. And….it’s exactly our situation. Husband is so perfect with the kids, they always behave for him and he is so laidback whereas I am a crackpot.

  4. Wow what I great post. I too have a superdad in the house. He handles our 3 boys (age 6, and twins 15 mos.) on his own 2 or 3 full days each week & is wonderful with them.
    Perfect example: Last Christmas season at the end of the day he casually informed me, they went to the mall and had a picture of all 3 boys with Santa, like it was no big deal.
    The Santa picture was perfect and priceless, all my boys with Santa and no one crying.
    I would have made such a major production about the matching outfits, time of day, blah blah, whereas he was so nonchalant it turned out way better and I treasure the picture. He takes them everywhere! And he is unphased by things I would freak about.

  5. Often when I’m watching Jon & Kate +8, I start to think that if Kate would just chill out she would enjoy life so much more.

    And then I picture myself in her shoes and realize – holy heck – she’s doing a great job. I, too, have nerves of straw.
    :) Becky

  6. My kids always behave better for my husband. I think it’s that they sense that he is more relaxed (I have 4 kids~20 month old fraternal twin girls, a 3 1/2 yo son and a 7 1/2 yo daughter) whereas I get too nerved up doing things. It doesn’t help that I tend to expect perfection which of course just isn’t possible with so many kids.

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