Recently I saw a dad in the Aldi carpark, head in his hands, crying his eyes out - while his two kids went bat shit crazy in the back of the car. I debated what to do… Knock on the window and ask if he’s ok? Catch his eye for a solidarity head nod, or wink? After deciding he’d probably think I was trying to car jack him, or hit on him – I headed to my car.
When I got home, I felt shitty. I should have knocked on the window. Worst-case scenario, he’d have thought I was a nutter - best, it might have made his day.
You see, I’ve been in similar situations myself… My kids have booted off and I’ve cried in public, more than once, and occasionally sympathetic strangers have offered their help.
It made me think… sometimes Dads get the shitty end of the stick… Personally, I’m guilty of presuming my husband has this whole parenting malarkey down, because he’s a bloke and blokes just crack on with things, right? WRONG! Dads struggle too.
In our house it’s my husband who has the most plates spinning – constantly trying to balance a fulltime job with being a great dad and husband. He works like a trooper so I can be part-time and flexible for the kids. When he’s had an absolute shitter of a day, I imagine all he wants is to come home to a loving family full of hugs and sympathy – instead he’s greeted by carnage, feral kids, and a grumpy-arse wife covered in another human’s crap who’s losing her nut at him because he forgot the milk.
It’s a tough gig.
So here’s to all the Dads who feel like they’re drowning; the dads who work all hours; the dads who miss first steps or words; and the dads who break their balls for their little family. Here’s to the dads who are parenting full time; here’s to the dads doing it at weekends; and here’s to the dads who are doing it all alone…
Happy Father’s Day, you’re appreciated more than you’ll ever know.
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