So this week I was FINALLY on vacation! I mean sometimes you just need to get away. My favorite get away spot is the beach of course. There is something amazing about sitting near the ocean and having the sun hit you in the face as you listen to the waves crash against the shore. Simply peaceful.
Family vacations are always fun but let me just say they are a lot different when you have kids. First and foremost you bring about half your house with you when travel. My wife loves to be prepared for anything at any cost. So I just always expect to bring in about 3 to 4 extra bags when traveling. Also you have to get the kids adjusted to a new place to sleep. This is very challenging. Any parent know this to be true.
My vacation was lots of fun. We spent most of the time in the beach and on my father in law’s boat. So relaxing until the kids and I got sunburned bad. So we decided to head home a day early. Kids can’t have fun if they have to stay inside all day with nothing to do.
My wife had to go to work on Friday so I had both kids on my own for the longest period of time ever. I know what you are thinking. How is your youngest 8 months old and you never had her and your oldest alone for a long period of time? The answer is simple. My wife breast feeds and you are a dick for judging us. It has just never happened. I never thought about until my wife pointed it out the other day. Crazy I know.
So I was so excited to have both my kids. I love my girls. They are the highlight of my life. After Everly got up and I fed her a bottle. We got dressed and headed to my moms for lunch but first I stopped by the store to get an onion for the dinner I was making. I got both kids out and took them in the store with me. Everly was in the buggie and K-Dub was holding my hand. We got our onion and headed to the checkout counter.
This is where my blog title comes into to play. This really sweet lady behind me in line noticed my sweet little girls smile and asked me how old she was. I responded that she was eight months old. She smiled and then said I guess their mother is in the car. I said that she was at work. She then said the most meanest thing to me anyone’s ever said to me since I became a dad. She said, “I bet you can’t wait for her to come home so you can stop babysitting.” I was in shock.
I looked at the nice lady and simply said
“I don’t call it babysitting. I call it parenting!”
This is what bugs me about how the world see dads today. They see us a fat lazy Homer Simpson’s who do nothing but drink beer and make dumb decisions. I am my kids father and I am a damn good dad to them. I can do everything for my kids that my wife can do other then put a boob in my kids mouth. For that I get a bottle. I give my kids a bath, feed them, dress them, kiss their boo boos, read them bedtime stories, and have epic tea parties with them. I am their dad.
Dads are important to a child’s development to. Just like a mother, we are there to teach them right from wrong. To help them become better people is our goal. This Father’s Day lets celebrate our dads cause they are important to and they are more then babysitters. They are our kids example. A son’s first hero and a daughter’s first love.
This will be the second Father’s Day without my dad and I have to say the only way I can honor hi, is by being the best dad to my kids that I can be. To show them that I love them and guide them through life to become better people.
That’s what fatherhood means to me.