So I was thinking about this recently and forgot to write my post. so here we go.
I’d like to pay tribute to working papas, dads and husbands. I think they deserve a little bravo because you know what? We hear so much about working mums, stay at home mums, but actually never ever about the dads. Maybe because they don’t need recognition, maybe because they don’t even care, but somehow I feel like somewhere on THE internet, there should be a place where we thank them.
Nearly 8 months after delivering our amazing little baby, I feel like I am more able to take a look at what happened in those last months in our lives. I’m sure in a few years it will be even better, but by then I will have probably forgot about the intensity of the experience. Which is a good thing. The brain is a very clever machine! Even mine, yes!
AND now I just turned 30, I feel like I might be even better at articulating my ideas. Which is BS but because I tend to view the good sides of things, I focus on the wisdom that apparently (or hopefully I should say) fills you with age, instead of the wrinkles.
So here we go. I am sitting right now on my porch, in the “sun” (we are in Portland. Sun right now is behind a curtain of clouds and I’m starting to feel really cold BUT I’m wearing sunglasses to warm me up) writing on my blog while baby is napping. pretty perfect, not a usual situation, but I try to make this happen as much as possible before going back to work. And I feel grateful!
I feel grateful that my husband understands how important it was for me to stay with my baby, without making me feel guilty once about it. He could feel jealous, or get depressed about work, or not wanting to wake up in the morning. no. not one time he said anything bad about this situation. I picked a great husband, so that helps, but still. Well dont for becoming the strong man of the family, for bringing the meat in the hut every night, and for making us feel safe and covered for the future! Thanks for being consistent and not asking yourself so many questions about life baby the universe or your hair color, because if it was 2 of us doing that, it would be so much harder!
I am sure that what I describe is only valid for my own family. But I feel like men and women do have certain common traits, and I have notice that the main one is that men do not ask themselves as much question as women do. They act. They move a lot. They experience things differently. They don’t wonder. they just try, hit or miss, and go to the next thing.
sometimes I feel like a feminist because I just love women and their aptitude to multitask and just give so much of themselves to people around them. But men are awesome. Even if they STILL have to figure a way to tidy their clothes, think about using the vacuum, or just generally communicate, they do so much. They try so hard. They are strong, and fascinating. I just love you my dear husband. thanks for being so supportive, for dealing with my maniac attitudes and constant existential questions. Because life will not be the same without being able to hide in your strong arms…