I was primary caregiver to our son. This meant that I was also primary disciplinarian, Sayer of “No,” Destroyer of Fun.
It’s no picnic parenting a headstrong, contrary child. Ideally a parent can redirect a toddler to a non-destructive activity. But sometimes, you just gotta say no. Then you have to back it up with consequences. Otherwise, you’re raising a privileged monster who flouts the rule of law and does whatever the hell he wants. (You know, your basic born affluent white man.)
Take pets. Baby D loved our cats. He only learned to crawl in order to chase them. He had to be taught to pet them instead of sit on them. Then he had to be taught to pet them in the direction of their fur. Once he learned that, he had to be taught not to pull their tails at the end of petting. “Make a hole with your fingers and thumb, when you reach the tail,” I’d instruct Baby D. “Then let the tail slide through your fist until it’s free! Ta-da!”
I spent every day training Baby D to not pull on dogs, other children, plants, or electrical cords.
If I wasn’t telling him not to pull those things, I was telling him not to bite those things.
Hit those things.
Throw those things.
There were timeouts and tantrums.
All that fun began about 5 AM. Naps? One. Length? Half-hour.
There were many, many days, when we waited on the front steps for
reinforcements Daddy to come home.
Baby D’s face lit up the second he saw Daddy. Here was the fun person! The person who pretended to be a bucket truck and lifted him in the air! Or rolled on the floor as a steamroller!
“Dada” was Baby D’s first word, of course.
And once Dada was home, Mama held no more interest for Baby D.
Mama was okay with that. Mostly. Baby D and I had our own games. But they never seemed to have the same level of physicality that made Baby D shriek with delighted laughter. “More! Dada, more!”
Dada was also responsible for bath time, which involved more laughter and infinite tsunamis over the tub edge.
There were times when Mama seemed to get all the mopping and Dada got all the fun.
Until Dada took Baby D to Hawaii. Without Mama.
Those of you without kids are all, “Wait. A Hawaiian vacation? That seems like MORE fun!”
Those of you with kids are like, “Quelle horror! A vacation with a toddler is not a vacation!”
Andy had five days as the primary caregiver (his parents were no help at all). He lasted five hours before calling me and ranting about “my” obstinate child.
He called every day, in fact, to vent his frustrations.
But it wasn’t all bad. Baby D and Andy did have some fun times at the beach.
I got a little more sleep than usual, despite sick pets and worrying over whether the boys would survive each other.
But we were all relieved on the day Andy and Baby D came home. I waited impatiently at the airport, waving like a lunatic as Baby D’s stroller appeared.
I’d been hoping that Baby D would be at least as excited to see Mommy as he was when Daddy came home from work. Instead, he just stared as I pulled him into my arms.
I covered him with kisses and said, “Hi, Baby! Mommy missed you so much!”
Baby D said nothing for several seconds while I cuddled him in the corner of baggage claim.
Then a fat little hand reached up and caressed my face. “Mommy,” Baby D said, almost as if in awe. “Mommy.”
For five minutes, in a small corner of LAX, my little boy touched my face and wonderingly whispered, “Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.” As if I were a miracle.
A Fun Dad is a great thing for a child. But you know what?
I’ll take Miracle Mommy.
12 thoughts on “Fun Dad (#264)”
If the picture is your son, he is gorgeous! Yeah, I know. Gorgeous kids get away with more. A lot like puppy eyes. Interested whether crazy Hawaii grandparents pampered or avoided. At least Andy was properly introduced to parenthood!
Thanks, yeah he turned reasonable attractive. And luckily (!) he’s more into trying to order people around than in using his looks to get what he wants.
He is not a subtle creature. But you’re right about good-looking people getting away with way more. Cuteness is an evolutionary defense mechanism. The more difficult a child/ dog/ cat is, the better looking they are (so you don’t kill them).
Miracle Mommy is the right title all right and Andy just knows instinctively about love.
He does, which is a little surprising given how Andy’s own father never played with his son.
Even if some of their games seem bizarre to me–who wants to be rolled over like they are pavement?!–Baby D and his dad have a great time. Their love language is wrestling, I think.
Is that a homemade Hostess cupcake?!
It’s not homemade–Andy picked it up from a bakery somewhere.
I agree with Kate, Baby D is adorable. I loved his response to Mommy. It’s like he just realized Mommy didn’t disappear after all. When our oldest daughter was 4 or 5 months old, my husband and I went on a 3-day trip and left her with my mom. When we returned, she gave us the cold shoulder for a bit. I don’t know what she was thinking, but I think she was mad at us.
We once left Baby D with my Ex-stepmother for 2 days. He was very good for her and then threw an incredible tantrum once we returned.
Gotta wait until it’s safe to have your hissy fit, I guess. Or maybe he liked being completely spoiled.
A holiday with a child is definitely the furthest thing from a holiday I can think of. Baby A. is still not in the “excited to see daddy” stage, he barely looks at him when he arrives and if I am holding him at that moment he definitely doesn’t want to change arms, hahaha (why do I laugh? he’s heavy and my back hurts).
LOL, well, Mommy is clearly the favorite in your house. Which is nice.
D always enjoys seeing other people. He never had an issue being held by friends of relatives.
Of course, Baby D loves Mommy best when he wants comforting. But for playtime, Daddy always wins.
oooh. That was so heart clenching. Mommy. 🙂
Almost as good as the return of Rebel Tim (but not quite).