There is a movement that has been brewing in the dad blogging world for a few years now. It’s a noble cause, for certain. It is a movement for parental equality. For fathers to be treated as an equal to mothers when it comes to our ability to take care of our children.
Things have definitely changed in the last 100 years, or 50 years. Or even in the last 10 years, for that matter. Fathers have stepped in, and stepped up, and taken over a more active role in the home. We cook, we clean, we change diapers. We do dishes and the occasional load of laundry. I believe that it’s important to recognize the increased role that dads are having within the home. “Family” no longer looks quite the same as it did in the 1950’s. There are more moms that are the primary breadwinners, and more dads that are staying home with the kids.
Like I said, I believe in the cause. So I hope that this post won’t ruffle too many feathers within the dad blogging community.
Ok, I’m just going to say it. Here goes. My wife is a much better parent than I am. If my family were relying only on my abilities as a father to survive, we would fail. Miserably. Like the freaking Hindenburg, we would likely explode into a giant, fiery ball of epic failure. And I’m not too proud to admit it.
You see, I grew up in a home with two very involved parents. However, the parental “lines” were pretty clear. Mom took care of the home. Kept it clean. Kept us fed. Kept us in clean clothes. Got us to school on time. She kept the house running.
Dad was the main breadwinner when we were young. He took care of the yard and things outside. He worked with me on all of my sports. He made sure we were taking care of the animals. And he worked. All the time.
However, very seldom did dad do much cleaning, cooking or playing “Mr. Mom.” It wasn’t really his thing. That was mom’s job. And although he didn’t often pick up the slack on many of mom’s care-taking duties, she very often had to pick up the slack for dad when he was working or was out of town, as he often was. She took us to practice, to horse shows and hog shows, to wrestling tournaments and horse judging contests. All while doing everything else that being a being a parent entails. She did it all. And although she and I didn’t always see eye to eye (in fact, in my teenage years, we rarely did), but when I needed something done, mom was generally my go-to.
If we needed it, she did it. This is in no way dissing my dad. He’s the best. But I imagine he’s reading this right now and nodding his head in agreement. I certainly can’t speak for all families, but in my family, mothers are who truly control the daily chaos. Still to this day, if my siblings or myself need something, we likely call my mom. If my mom needs something, she calls my grandmother. If my niece or nephews need anything, they look to my sisters. And even just last night, I watched my wife, who has had a hard week, walk into her mom’s house and melt into her arms. She just needed a hug. That’s all. Just a hug from mom, and things were better.
I’ve been blessed with several wonderful moms in my life. And I’m thankful for them. But there is undoubtedly one mother that I simply cannot imagine how I’d go on without her right by my side every day. April is the sun in our solar system. We all revolve around her. And she keeps us right where we are supposed to be, every single day.
Now, I’m not a bad dad. I’d even go so far as to say that I’m a good dad. But without her guidance and reassurance, I’d simply be lost. Oh sure, I know that I could likely keep us all alive. But to keep us functioning and healthy and clean….well, we need our mama. Although I applaud the evolution of the father in the home, and the shared role that we all have there, I’m just not quite ready to boast “anything you can do, I can do better.” Because I just don’t think that’s true. I’m a far cry from where I was years ago, that’s for sure. But when there is an important decision to be made concerning the kids, I definitely defer to the expert.
On top of her nearly overwhelming responsibilities in our home, she has somehow taken her hobby of taking pictures, thrown in her own creative flair, and now has a fairly thriving business called 13:13
Photography. This is the 3rd business she has started from scratch, and made successful. Because she works hard, she puts everything she has into it every day, and she truly loves what she’s doing. When I see the pictures that she’s taken, how happy her customers are, and the enjoyment that she gets out of it herself, well…she makes me awful proud.
She could’ve picked anybody, and she picked me. And that makes ME proud. And that’s an awesome way to live your life, I promise you.
So from Abby, Emma, Gracee and I, we’d like to wish our mama a VERY happy Mother’s Day. We love you more than you’ll ever know, and we hope that we can make you just as proud of us, as we are of you.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you wonderful mothers out there today. I hope your day is wonderful and stress free. Because tomorrow is Monday, and it starts all over again.