It’s Father’s Day. Naturally, I’m dedicating this post to My Guy, but first, let’s talk about me. I know it’s hard to believe, but this will get us to the sappy daddy part. Just stay with me. You’ll see…
This past week was my first full week as stay-at-home mom. In reading this, you’ll at least know one thing: I survived.
But here’s all the other stuff in between:
- Our laundry is pretty much caught up (gasp! it's a miracle!)
- The bed is made. Daily.
- The toys find their way into their respective designated areas at the end of the evening (holy shit!)
- I make homemade granola.
…And bundt cake. And pesto. And roast chicken - a meal often left for weekends because the time it takes to cook the bird is not conducive to a working(-for-pay) mom’s schedule.
- I ferry my three-year-old to her first dance class.
- I put the girls in the stroller to meet My Guy every time he arrives at the train station after work so we could walk home together.
- Mid-week playdates at the beach or at a neighbor's.
- Thursday-morning story time at a neighborhood cafe.
- Extra snuggles and giggles with my girls. And tantrums, too, of course; this isn’t fairy land after all.
- Feed my family more than once a day (both a delight and a pain because that just means more dishes to do!)
- Actually find the time to take pictures of these meals I make, like my spinach and feta frittata for lunch below.
Nothing special, really. Housework. Food. Kids. But at the same time, to someone who used to spend more awake time at work than with her family, these are so very extraordinary. Even the most mundane tasks are special. At least for now.
The thing is, I never thought staying home with my girls was ever possible before this. But because of My Guy's dedication, hard work, and understanding, as well as his encouragement, it is.
So, on a day like today, I can think of no one better to dedicate this post to than the man who helped me realize a dream I didn't even dare to dream.
To my one and only guy,
Thank you for being the kind of partner and daddy who helps me be the kind of mommy I've always wanted to be.
Happy Father's Day, my love.