There is nothing in this world quite like the feeling that overcomes you, when you see the bond between a father and his son.
My husband is an amazing person, a great man and an awesome partner. I always knew this. Even before Linden was born, you could tell by watching him with the next most innocent and helpless creature – our dog Snowy. He has always been attentive and affectionate towards her, and always makes time to ensure she gets that extra belly rub or cuddle session, even when he’s preoccupied or busy.
After Linden was born, because Linden was nursing so much and I wasn’t producing enough milk to nurse and pump, I think my husband felt a little distanced from the whole parenting process. But instead of complaining about it, he found other ways to be involved – mostly by helping me – making sure I had water and was hydrated, going out and buying me coffee from my “kryptonite” (Tim Hortons), making sure the house was clean and tidy, laundry was done, etc, etc. The list goes on. And now that Linden is older and less dependant on me, my husband is truly amazing with him.
He is patient with Linden, he takes time to hold him, and settle him down when Linden is going through his fussy time of the day, and even has this weird bond with him where he can talk to Linden (and where this is special, is when Linden “talks” back to him). He’s the only person who seems to be able to make him babble that much, and occasionally I’ll look over at them and Linden has his head back just laughing his head off! It’s the most comforting and truly amazing sight my eyes have ever seen. I love that our son has an amazing male role model to look up to. Our son is so fortunate to have a mom AND a dad in his life.
It pisses me off when people refer to dad’s as babysitters, or “babysitting” the child. My husband isn’t a babysitter, he’s a dad, a parent, and a damn good one at that. So I hate the stigma of when the mom goes out, the dad babysits. Not in this household, and I’m sure not in other homes. Being a mom, I know the sacrifices that I’ve made, and the blood, sweat and tears I’ve invested in parenting, but I know that despite all that, I could never fill the place of my husband being such an amazing dad in our son’s life. So, for any moms out there who refer to their husbands as babysitters, I urge you to reconsider.
To be able to see the man of your dreams make such a unique connection with the child you have together is priceless. It attracts me to him more, it makes him sexier than I could’ve ever thought possible, because I have now witnessed him at a whole new intellectual level. For this, I will always be forever grateful to know that our son is loved so much.