Most of my readers know that I’m a dad, but I don’t write all that much about fatherhood. We have some great bloggers here who talk about being a mommy and the difficulties of being a mom and a scientist.
I’d like to add a voice about fatherhood. Every couple and every individual approaches parenthood differently. My writings, needless to say, are my experiences.
The way my wife and I have ended up doing things has a lot to do with our earning potential—mine as a physician is much higher than hers as a teacher, so she is the primary at-home parent. This isn’t to say that my wife isn’t busy as all hell—she is. My hours are long but I perhaps have fewer conflicts, as the decision-making is settled; I go to work, I come home, and my daughter is cared for in my absence. My wife has a much more complicated day, trying to plan her own duties and desires around caring for our daughter. The main problem for me is that every time I say goodbye in the morning, a little bit of my heart is torn out and left pinned to a four-year old.
This morning was tough. The time change meant that I experienced a very rare occurrence—my alarm woke me. It also meant that PalKid wasn’t real excited about getting up. In this way, she’s much more like her mother. Neither one is a morning person. But it also meant that she let me pick her up and cuddle for a nice long time. There’s nothing so wonderful as having your kid lay her head on your shoulder and relax completely into your arms.
Of course, it only took a few minutes before she was ready to have some waffles and milk (real maple syrup of course) and watch a little TV. I figure the photic stimulation will help her wake up (or so goes my excuse for letting her watch while I get her lunch ready and get dressed).
So I hope you won’t be too troubled if from time-to-time I jot down some thoughts on fatherhood. Maybe it will stimulate a bit of discussion, maybe it won’t, but I know that I, at least, will enjoy it.