‘ Dad’s Way’ of parenting definitely has its place in the household
I t h i n k , e s p e c i a l l y i n my mummy weary moments, that he should handle things as I would.
To justify this incredibly unrighteous stance, I reason that I spend more time with Gem and Sophia than he does, so that must make me the expert ( be nice) in how to raise them.
Of course, my husband has never entertained the notion of my self-imposed title of expert in all things baby.
He wants to do things his way. To be left alone, and trusted, to care for our children without ‘‘ expert advice’’ from me. He calls it the ‘‘ Dad’s Way’’ of parenting.
And I’m so glad he persisted in doing things the ‘‘ Dad’s Way’’.
It’s not a proud mummy moment to confess it took me some time to accept my husband’s parenting style has been, at times, more productive than mine.
In the past, especially when the girls were babes in arms, I’d be amazed ( read: annoyed) that Steve would leave the house without too much thought of what baby supplies he needed. He deemed my nappy bag ‘‘ too big’’ and put everything he thought he needed in his pockets.
And guess what? What he could fit in his pockets was all he needed to care for our babies. Steve and the girls always returned home safe and happy.
I’m a little embarrassed to ad-