Mr. Mom
I quite vividly recall the movie "Mr. Mom". I don't know what it was about it, but I really liked that movie when I was a kid. I am sure there were things about it I just didn't get, but I thought the scenes of this poor dad trying to figure out how to actually raise his children were hilarious.
Interestingly, in many ways I have become a Mr. Mom.
It isn't because of anything my father did. Don't take that the wrong way, please. My dad is amazing, and he was (and continues to be) a fantastic father. But if my mom suddenly vanished from the picture, well, us kids would have been screwed if my dad would have been the only one there.
To put it into perspective, the few nights I recall my dad being in charge of dinner we had cold cereal. Ever time. That isn't bad, I love cereal. But he just doesn't cook. He doesn't do laundry, clean, or help get kids ready and off to school. He does work his butt off every day to provide for the family, he works his butt off so the house and yard look very nice (from the outside), and he certainly was a great father.
I spent plenty of hours helping with those tasks, and learned how to work hard from him. But I also had plenty of hours to spend with my mom, and we were always very close as well. I had chores inside the house, helped with the dishes, cleaning, and cooking. I was fortunate to get a nice balance from both of my parents.
Now, as a husband and father myself, this balance has really paid off. Of course, with school responsibilities, my wife does more than her fair share of the caring for the kids, cooking, cleaning, etc. But thanks to what I learned from both my parents I can help out in a pinch. And we have plenty of pinches.
My wife is very busy in the evenings. Between her choirs, teaching voice and piano lessons, and being a demonstrator for Stampin' Up, well, she probably has things going on 4-5 nights a week. Often she will have dinner ready before she gets busy, but I get to help plenty. And I have to say, I have really got the whole bathe 3 kids, get them in bed, and do the dishes/clean up the kitchen thing down to a science.
I am certainly not trying to toot my own horn, and I hope it doesn't seem like I am. But I am saying thanks to my parents for both teaching me how to work, how to help, and how to not be helpless. So, many nights, I get to be Mr. Mom, and we haven't had any fires or tragedies!
But he can braid hair, tuck us in just right and pray the best prayers. On our birthdays Dad takes out to lunch to the resteraunt of our choice and it's just quality time with dad. He wasn't always good at being around to spend time with us but I can always remember looking forward to the specail lunch with dad. Now I get to have lunch with him every week and when I miss a week I'm always bummed. He does a lot of work aroudn the house. laundry, snowblowing (even though he just likes usign his new tractor) but there is no man greater than my dad and I hope I can marry someone just like him.
