Father and sons
June 13, 2010 No CommentsMy baby was up each night, milking the human cow. I was really exhausted but stayed determined to fully breastfeed my baby. He helped. Burping baby after each feed, singing o macdonald had a farm, in a falsetto voice, hoping to fool baby into thinking he’s mommy.
When I was down with chickenpox, he and baby stayed with my in laws while I stayed on my own hoping not to infect baby.
Baby cried for me all night and he became baby’s mattress. Baby slept on him for comfort.
Our second baby came along. Baby’s Papa doted on him all the same. As babies grew into kids who went to school, papa coached them both.
During my husband’s unemployment, he coached our kids full time and they topped their class.
He’d talk in his sleep.. disciplining the boys in his dreams. I smile to myself each time i hear his sleep-mumbles and strain my ears to listen to the tale in his dreamworld.
At this age, my kids see him as the scolding monster at times and punching bag at others, but as they grow up, I’m sure they will appreciate the underlying love that undergirds it all.
As kids reach their teens, boys need their fathers more than ever, as role models in this turbulent times. No one is perfect. My husband, flaws and all is their male role model.
Loving family, Parenting
