Previously to writing this post, I had one written on how much I don't like being a mom sometimes. How hard it is to be a mom to Jack, and how frustrating that he manages to defy every ounce of "normalcy" I thought we'd have with a baby. But then something happened. Don't ask me what, because I've been woken up in 2 hour intervals for the last 3 nights. But I decided to scratch that post and write one about "Daddy". I guess this would have been more appropriate for Father's Day. Regardless, I felt inspired to write this. As I look at my son and husband asleep on the floor together (when really one of them should be up because at this rate, it's going to be another after-midnight night), I can't help but feel incredibly blessed that Jack has such a great dad.
Daddy is already Jack's pal. I honestly think there are points in the day where Jack is looking around for his scratchy-face-silly-sound friend. The drooly spit up grin on his face when he sees Daddy after work each day is priceless.
Only Daddy can make Jack smile and laugh the way he does. While Daddy sometimes feels like he prefers mom, Jack can always be entertained by daddy (unless he's super angry). We have a lot of silly songs, sayings, and games we play with Jack...all of which have been made up and created by Daddy.
Only Daddy can remain calm no matter what. No matter if it's 2am, 8pm and screaming, Daddy never seems to lose patience with Jack. Mommy on the other hand, is a work in progress.
Daddy is great at feeding Jack. He's had some yucky moments with spitup and poop combined while "on-duty". But I love to see them interact and bond together during feedings. In those moments, I am grateful for formula because it adds an extra opportunity for bonding.
Daddy works hard at work every day. Starting next month, that will mean even more to us because he allows mommy to stay home and take care of Jack, go on fun outings and always makes sure we have what we need (including very expensive formula that the Jack aka the bottomless pit guzzles down quite rapidly).
Even though Daddy goes to work and doesn't get naps very often, he never complains about taking the baby in the middle of the night. And when I ask him to take him on Saturday mornings or Sundays, he never says anything about it being the one day of the week he gets to sleep in.
Sometimes I honestly feel like Daddy has this whole parenting thing down much better than me. But I am reminded that without him, I wouldn't have a team, and teamwork is crucial to success....or survival in parenthood.
I never doubted that Mark would be a good Dad. I just never realized what a great dad he would be.
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