On fatherhood [and motherhood]
I am the wife in the post, “On fatherhood”*.
I thought that kids probably weren’t for me, since I suspected I would not fare well with snot, barf, tantrums, crying, whining, sleeplessness, financial strain, and general responsibility of caring for a completely dependent human.
But I’m also A) MOODY and B) prone to doubt my own feelings (especially when the feelings of a loved one are presented).
And so, in a moment of hypomania/elation/feelin’ groovy, I agreed to getting pregnant. After all, the only kid I’d really been exposed to for any amount of time was a treat. The hubs was an outstanding father, to boot. What’s the worst that could happen?
My daughter is awesome, and anyone who says otherwise will get a kick in the neck. She is also my greatest lesson that I can trust me own feelings. Parenting is the hardest thing I have ever done. And I’ve jumped out a plane.
*note – “On Fatherhood” has been removed over at A Clown On Fire because Le Clown is no longer allowed to write about his relationship with nor mention in any way, his first child. Long story.
Reblogged this on A Clown On Fire and commented:
An addendum from the mother of my kids.
My wiffe’s a gud riter.
I’ve never jumped out of a plane, but I believe you. :-)
Yes, parenting is the hardest thing people will ever have to do. And even though I was lucky to have a golden girl and a golden boy, there was never a dull moment at home :P