My husband is an awesome Dad. I love him to bits for it and so do our boys. Given that our boys are only four and two, however, the responsibility of Father’s Day falls to me. Sure we will make a card (store-bought cards mean almost nothing to my husband) and my older son will bring home a craft from school likely featuring a tie (which his Daddy only wears to weddings and funerals), but he deserves a day with more to it than that. A day where he feels loved and appreciated for everything he is to us. I think it is almost trendy, right now, for the stay-at-home mom (or dad) to seek this validation. Staying at home is real work. You are caring for your children instead of paying someone else to do it while you work at something else. As a stay-at-homer myself, I get this. But what about the spouses of the stay-at-homers? These husbands and wives have the full financial responsibility of supporting a young family on their shoulders and I think that this deserves some recognition and appreciation as well – even if it is not the trendy thing right now. I am so proud of him and want him to know it every day.
This is what I think the perfect day will look like for my husband, the best Father in my life:
- Sleep. Lots of this. Like, roll the kids in a carpet and hightail it to Switzerland as soon as they make the first morning peep so as not to wake him, sleep. Next to us, sleep is hands down his favourite thing.
- Brunch. Eggs, bacon, hashbrowns. No veggies. No fruit. No problem.
- Special time with the boys. Time for presents and homemade cards and hugs and cuddles.
- Hike. Our favourite family activity. We will probably hit King Mountain in Gatineau Park. His favourite destination with the kids. We will also likely take another picture that gives my grandmother heart palpations of my son pretending to fall down the side of a cliff. Just for giggles.
- Nap. See point one for explanation.
- BBQ! I will be making amazing gluten-free burgers and buns. Yum yum yum!
- More special time with the boys. Stories and cuddles. Maybe a walk if there is time. Once the boys are in bed, it is my turn for special time.
Does this day sound extraordinary? Probably not. And it really isn’t, we have days like this regularly. But I find it is more often than not the over-the-top days that don’t pan out. I want no melt-downs or tantrums, just a peaceful day where we can celebrate being a family by, well, just being a family. This is the type of day my husband likes best. So what else can I do? How else can I show him that we are so proud and grateful to him for his Obi-wan style kick-assed-coolness? That I am indebted to him for my ability to stay at home and enjoy my boys during these important years of their youth?
Well, I guess I will just have to tell him.