Realizing I Know Nothing
O Mother, Where Art Thou?
Translation to reality: “I want my mommy!”
Our son, now pushing a whopping two and a half, has this phrase down pat. I can safely say that it is due to practicing it over…and over….and over again.
So I scrounged up the old Atari and the video game, but he didn’t seem to grasp the humor, so I was at a loss. While the Wifey will say that childcare is probably a 60% – 40% proposition (60% Mom, 40% Dad), I like to think it is 50/50. I feed, water, and clean him — but I don’t seem to get the fruit of his affection. I even stay away from toenail and fingernail clipping — aka, his arch-nemeses (and subsequently the extra 10% to make it a 60% proposition for Mom). Discipline? Both about the same. Time? Both about the same.
My thought? Nature. While I can do everything in my power to be the best dad I can be from active engagement to sweet treats, I think I might lose out to not having rented a warm room for the better part of nine months. Since we don’t have a daughter, I can’t say it’s Daddy’s little girl versus Momma’s boy, but I sure can’t help but think that way.
Maybe it’s because we are just too damn alike — something I know is not good for anyone.
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