What is this Adventure?

Full-time Mama & Part-time school social worker in the throes of toddlerhood at its best and worst. In my short tenure as a member of the prestigious Mamahood club, I find the reality of it all to be amazing, exhausting, hilarious, challenging, a blessing, lonely at times, nostalgic, guilt-ridden, and the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me...all at once. Sit back, read, laugh and cry with me on my adventure!

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Ode to an Amazing Daddy on his Birthday Weekend...

I don't often write much about Daddy in my Mama blog...and perhaps if you were to read my blog throughout the years, one might wonder if I was single parenting.  I am most certainly not, and waves of guilt and selfishness are engulfing my brain as I write this blog post as a reconciliation attempt.  Well, I'm not feeling like Super Mama lately, quite the opposite, so I thought I would try writing about my better half, in hopes not to drown you in my anxiety.

(On a side note, I think my "back to work jitters" are getting the best of me for the past two days and I must get over it, it's making me a crazy woman....I've written about this before, I think the title was something like, "I have to work, now get over it!"...I need to return to this mantra...)

Back to Daddy.  At one point in our marriage, Paul was uncertain as to whether or not he wanted children.  Perhaps it was the pressure of it all (the fact that I wanted children yesterday did not help at the time), and it seemed insurmountably difficult for him to imagine what our lives would be like with little ones running around.

Fast forward four years and here we are, two little ones constantly running around and one on the way.

How has he responded?

With utmost grace, delight, exhaustion, and pure love.  He is a wonderful daddy, just as I knew he would be.  I don't know if it is a special daddy magical power or what, but he doesn't seem to have the "end of patience rope" like I find myself reaching lately.  Or perhaps his rope is longer?  He works tireless hours, two to three jobs at a time, and then comes home with a smile to greet his children who are waiting with open arms at the top of the stairway.  "DADDY!" they shout.  What he doesn't know is that when they are screaming "DADDY," they really mean "oh my gosh, give us a break from this crazy woman we call Mama!".

But all jokes aside, I continue to be amazed at his generosity as a father and husband.
We are truly blessed.
And I am grateful.

p.s. In a sea of self-doubt, I found myself re-reading a post I wrote back in 2011 quoting a book on "real moms"....If any of you out there need a reality check like I do, read on...