For New Fathers on Father’s Day
Someone in my family recently made a comment about my husband: he is of the new generation. I find it so amusing.
Back in the old country, men were men, and women were women. Men were the breadwinners, women were the homemakers, and the roles very rarely switched. Women cooked and cleaned. Men worked and were given their rest upon entering the home at the end of a long day.
Yeah, not so much.
My husband is a different kind of man. He knows how to cook and clean. In fact, when we were first married, he did almost all of the cooking, even after coming home from work. He cleaned and did laundry. Who could ask for a better guy?
This baffled the older generation. He did what?? My grandparents couldn’t believe it. My mother was jealous. I had hit the jackpot.
And then we were with child.
How would he be as a dad? He had never changed diapers, whereas I had been around children my whole life and had experience. How would he fare in this new role as a father?
Our son decided to come two weeks shy of his due date. After a difficult labor, he arrived via emergency c-section. We had our worries, but everything turned out just fine. As a precaution after the birth, I was bed bound for the rest of the day, which meant any time the baby needed something, I had to ask someone else to give him to me or take care of him.
After the visitors had left that night, it was the baby, my husband and I. We just marveled at his tiny existence, this little being who had changed our world. He was perfect in every way.
And then the tiny being pooped.
I couldn’t get to him, so it was up to my husband. He got ready with the diapers and wipes; I got ready with the camera. It was his first daddy moment, and I couldn’t miss capturing it. He did great; if you have any knowledge of those first diapers, they can be pretty challenging. All went surprisingly well.
So was the birth of a new daddy. He has been a great daddy since. He changed diapers, took care of feedings, took turns getting up at night, gave baths…and this all was true through the birth of our second baby as well, our daughter who came three weeks early.
But that was okay. Daddy was ready.
Happy Father’s Day, to daddies old and new.