I usually try to participate, but I couldn’t seem to get my act together enough this month to get everything turned in on time. Plus, if I don’t bookmark the post I want to nominate I often forget which one I had in mind when the end of the month rolls around.
Anyway, my point is that this month somebody nominated ME!
I’m guessing that a lot of you have already read it, but if not here is It’s Cool to Be a Dad.
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a Goomah.
Maybe I should clarify that. When Alan (aka BIYF) first told me about “The Blogfathers” I wanted to be a Goomah. Early on somebody (I can’t remember if it was Alan or Matthew) told me that I was on the list of women they were going to ask to participate. I was very excited. I had a whole post all figured out in my mind about my favorite Goomah of all time – Janice Rossi.Then Busy Mom and MIM wrote their Goomah posts, and they were all sweet and about their fathers and grandfather. These ladies wrote lovely, touching tributes to fathers in their lives and suddenly I felt that writing an essay on my favorite kept woman in a Scorsese film would be crass. Plus, Alan said this was supposed to have something to do with dads or husbands.
p>You would think this would be easy. Several of my closest friends are fathers and husbands, most of my favorite bloggers are fathers and husbands (I have more, but I ran out of words to link*), my Dad is a father and a husband, my husband is a father and a husband. It seems like I would have a ton of material to work with, but I decided to write about why I think it is cool to be a Dad.
1) It is cool to be a Dad because your children think you can fix anything. Even though it isn’t always true, I imagine it feels really good to have someone think you are Superman.
2) It is cool to be a Dad because people expect you to watch football and drink beer. As a Mom, if I say I can’t go shopping because there is a game on the other ladies look at me like I have ten heads.
3) It is okay if Dad’s fart, or talk about farting, or laugh about farts.
4) You get to have children without ever actually having to be pregnant. I know that some men wish they could experience pregnancy, but trust me when I say it is overrated. You also never have to give birth. Now, technically, I didn’t have to push anyone out through my private parts either, my babies were born by cesarean, but that sucked too.
This is the part where I have to give props to my husband. Although he never gave birth, he was present for the delivery, and since we have twins he got to go over to watch one set of doctors check on Ian (Yes, one set of doctors, it was a zoo in my operating room. We had two of everything in there. Two nurses, two surgeons, two NICU doctors, two respritory specialists, etc.) after he was born. He turned around as they were taking Claudia out and he accidentally saw my insides. He says he saw my ribs. That is way grosser than anything I saw when they were born. I feel bad he has to live with that.
5) When you get your wife pregnant everybody acts like you did a good job sticking it to her. Seriously. When we found out we were having twins other guys would pat Gabe on the back and say “Hey, good job.” *wink wink*. Nobody ever, ever insinuates that the pregnant woman did a good job having sex – unless you aren’t married, and then they just act like you are a slut.
6) Daddy’s Little Girl. You guys know exactly what I am talking about. Now I know that mothers and daughters (and mothers and sons and fathers and sons) can have very special relationships, but there seems to be a very special father/daughter thing. Even if your daughter is 16 and calls you “Dad” or “Father” and rolls her eyes at you thirty times a day, in her mind you are still Daddy.
In all seriousness, as much as I love being a Mommy, I think that being a Daddy is great, and cool, and I hope you all realize how much we appreciate you and how much you do for us. Thank you.
* If I left you out, I’m sorry. Linking gets really boring after a while.