A Stolen Post

I am telling you right now, today’s post is stolen. I read it during the girls’ nap time and nodded my head almost the whole time. I cannot put better words to it than the original writer, and frankly, my brain doesn’t even have the energy to give you my own thoughts on it. But, since I know many of you won’t go and read the original post found by clicking here, I am copying some of my favorite parts and posting them for you right here.

“I think parenting young children (and old ones, I’ve heard) is a little like climbing Mount Everest. Brave, adventurous souls try it because they’ve heard there’s magic in the climb. They try because they believe that finishing, or even attempting the climb are impressive accomplishments. They try because during the climb, if they allow themselves to pause and lift their eyes and minds from the pain and drudgery, the views are breathtaking. They try because even though it hurts and it’s hard, there are moments that make it worth the hard. These moments are so intense and unique that many people who reach the top start planning, almost immediately, to climb again. Even though any climber will tell you that most of the climb is treacherous, exhausting, killer. That they literally cried most of the way up.”

“My favorite part of each day is when the kids are put to bed and Craig (her husband) and I sink into the couch to watch some quality TV, like Celebrity Wife Swap, and congratulate each other on a job well done. Or a job done, at least.”

“Parenting is hard. Just like lots of important jobs are hard. Why is it that the second a mother admits that it’s hard, people feel the need to suggest that maybe she’s not doing it right? Or that she certainly shouldn’t add more to her load. Maybe the fact that it’s so hard means she IS doing it right…in her own way…and she happens to be honest.”

“Carry on, warrior. Six hours till bedtime.”

Published in: on January 18, 2012 at 2:07 pm  Comments (1)  

Yes, It Does. And He Knows It.

Last night when Russell got home form work the girls immediately flocked into the bedroom after him. They proceeded to demand hugs, kisses and to have him hold them. He tripped over them as he tried to remove and put away his utility belt, body armor, and uniform, knowing it was only a matter of minutes before their bedtime.

And then came one of the best things a Daddy could say…

“Everything takes 10 times longer with you girls around. Now I know what it’s like for Mommy all day.”

Why yes, yes it does.

Published in: on July 20, 2011 at 11:58 am  Comments (3)  

A Day At The Park With Daddy…

… means the parent to kid ratio is equal.

… means the kids get to climb on everything.

… means the kids get to hang on anything. Monkey bars, the side of the slide, etc.

… means the kids get to go down the slide – face first – if they want to.



… is the best kind of day.

Published in: on February 20, 2011 at 5:05 pm  Comments (2)  

Where’s MY Martini?

Yesterday a strange sequence of events lead to me listening to an hour long sermon on the Song of Songs (Song of Solomon) during the girls nap time. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it is a book of the Bible that focuses on the courtship of two lovers and them consummating that love. Anyways… that is not exactly where I am going today. The pastor giving the sermon was talking about what we learn about what marriages should look like based on this book. Basically he said it was the husband’s job to protect and provide for his wife, along with constantly telling her how beautiful she is and how much he adores her. That sounds o.k. right?

Then things started to turn a bit.

He began talking about how since the husband goes to work all day, when he gets home the wife should greet him at the door, escort him to his comfy chair and have his favorite food there waiting for him.


He said specifically women should not trouble their husbands with matters of the children and should simply be their husband’s place of refuge. This feels a little too much like ‘Leave it to Beaver’ to me.  The man quietly enjoying a nice martini in his study (or more commonly a couple of beers in his “Man Room”) credits work outside the home as more important or difficult as raising the children.

I recently read a blog post from a dad of twins who had a great perspective on the father’s role in the family, and specifically addressed the issue of him working. Here is some of what he had to say:

I hear the excuse “I work all day”. Well, so does my wife. I sit in a comfy chair pounding on a keyboard and chatting on a phone. She’s on her feet sprinting after two banshees headed in opposite directions. I get a lunch break every day. She spends their nap time (the only quiet moments in our house) counseling the dog for the atrocities inflicted on her – side note, I have the most patient and understanding dog in the world. When I come home it shouldn’t be a break for me, it should be a break for her. It should relieve her pressure, not add to it. Sometimes it seems the husbands are more spoiled than the kids (just ask them to not watch football all day Sunday and then you’ll see a real tantrum).

{You can check out more from this enlightened dad by checking out his blog here}

Luckily, my husband was equally as annoyed about this pastor’s view as I was, maybe even more. Russell does not see it as a chore to come home and be with the girls, it is a privilege.  As soon as he has a chance to change (and sometimes eat) he is down on the floor playing blocks, reading books, breaking up fights or tossing the girls in the air. He helps out with bath time and putting the girls to bed. He gets up in the middle of the night when there is a dispute over which snuggle bear belongs to who. On the nights his schedule keep him away until after bedtime he misses them so much. He is not simply their father, he is their Daddy.

Although, if it had been commonly accepted for the wife to get an hour to herself with a nice cup of tea, glass or wine, or (insert favorite relaxing beverage here) every night when the husband got home, I think we might be trying to cling to that idea as long as possible too…

Maybe that is the wave of the future!

Published in: on February 17, 2011 at 9:16 am  Comments (2)