For the last two weeks I have been chewing on Rachel's post - becoming a yes mom.
Do you ever do that with blog posts? They get you where it hurts, but in a good way, and you slowly digest and implement an approach to life and parenting with which you struggle. This one did it to me - but it also helped open my eyes to all the little ways my husband is a Yes Dad, especially with the little ones.
Will you read me a book? Yes.
Can I climb all over you? Yes.
Will you get me my pink bowl and spoon and napkin? Yes.
Find my baby doll, daddy! Ok, let's look for it.
Change my poopy diaper! I'm Diaper Duty Dad!
I threw up! I'll clean it up.
I need to sit in your lap for an hour after my nap. Ok, let's cuddle.
I want to eat half of your breakfast-in-bed on Father's Day! Ok, little buddy!
Sometimes I can't wait for the little ones to grow up so that my husband can pay more attention to the older kids. Play catch with our son, go for a walk with the girls, to finish that read aloud he started with them back in September, take the kids fishing, take them canoeing, or geocaching, or bike riding, or any one of the hundreds of fun things that having little ones makes it difficult or impossible to do.
Sometimes with little ones we have to divide and conquer far too much. It feels like we have two families, and one is much more domineering than the other. Do the older kids get enough attention? I worry that they don't. Do I get enough attention? And is that what's really bothering me? Do I give the the kids enough attention? Do I give my husband enough attention? Am I a Yes Wife?
But this is only a season, and it's not like the older kids complain. I think they see and appreciate what their dad does for the little ones and how much he is there for them too. He attends their concerts, recitals, and games. He is home when they have a birthday or birthday party. He answers all of their questions about math & science. He plays them funny songs, lets them watch Animaniacs, tells them stories about when he was a kid, and jokes about absolutely everything (to balance out Mom's seriousness).
Happy Father's Day, Yes Dad.