Love of a Dad – Mommy Blogger

06/21/2018

I’m a 24-year-old wife and new mom to our daughter “Baby G”, as I refer to her in my blogs.  She is the new adventure in our marriage and the smile bringer to our everyday.  She is the main character in my stories lately, as she teaches me something new every day.  I love writing about her and the everyday happenings of mommy life, so I’m extremely excited to join this blogging group!

oms work hard.  We spend our days getting pulled at and puked on.  We clean up the same toys fifteen times and continuously fold laundry only to have it lovingly unfolded by our littles before it makes it to the correct drawers.  We make it through 20 hour days with 4 hours of sleep, and somehow always seem to get a decently healthy supper together before 6:30, after which point we switch on “getting ready for bed” mode which monopolizes the rest of the evening.  Oh moms, we have a tough job.  But we get rewarded for it, with every slobbery kiss, every run-jump-hug after being gone, every goodnight cuddle, and every single times those little arms refuse to do anything but wrap themselves around our necks in comfort.  We are moms, and the love we feel from our little ones makes me cry even typing about it.

In the spirit of fathers’ day though I’m not talking about us. I’m talking about dads.  They love in a way that I know I couldn’t.  Of course, though, I’m speaking from our experience as parents, and I know they’re not all the same.  For every late night bad dream that comes li’l G’s way, her daddy is there to comfort her with a big hug and song.  Sometimes she responds happily, but more often than not she yells “mom”.  He has sleepless nights too, if for no other reason sometimes than from rubbing mom’s shoulders as she stands over the crib rubbing G’s back. Li’l G has no shortage of fun with Daddy either.  Daddy and her have loads of fun playing in the backyard, going for shoulder rides, and kicking the soccer ball.  But when a scrape happens, or the pesky coop car decides to flip itself over on her, often she wants nothing but a mom hug.  Dad helps her decide how many more peas she has to eat at supper, and scrubs her little fingers before she hops down to play.  But 9 times out of 10 when we’re doing dishes after supper, it is mommy’s leg that she monkey’s herself around in an attempt to drag a playmate back to the living room.  I’m not convinced that if it were the other way around, her mom would be able to keep up the same happy and caring attitude of her dad. Dad’s love love and love some more, even when their littles scrunch up their face and say “mom”.

Of course there’s nothing sinister going on here.  Li’l G loves her daddy, and without coming off as biased, she has the best around.  He gets plenty of hugs, colored pictures, kisses, and a tiny little wave in the window each morning as he drives off to work.  But there are moments in the day when Dad’s show extreme love, by humbly being second.  Dad’s could feel dejected when their littles cry for Mommy instead of them, but they make some sort of cute comment about how they think Mom is pretty great too.  Dads could get jealous when their little chooses to jump into mommy’s arms instead of theirs after time away, but in that moment they care for their kids no less. Dads don’t get chips on their shoulders.  Their noses aren’t put out of joint when their kids need mom.  They don’t show disappointment or love their kids any less.  Dad’s support moms, they cuddle their minis for as much daddy cuddle time as any kid could want, and when they get passed over for mom, still love, love and love some more.

This kind of selfless, altruistic, love is incredible.  Dads love in such a humble, strong way, that I can only wish to love like someday.  Watching the love my hubby has for our daughter is just another reason to love being a mom so darn much.