Last week I was reminded that I am a mom, not a dad. There is a difference.
I went to visit a dear friend last week. Actually, the kids and I went to visit some dear friends last week since our kids are friends also. It was a nice change of scenery and a wonderful visit. I had an additional treat when my friend and I actually went out to eat (and Target, duh!) one evening by ourselves. This doesn’t sound like a big deal until you realize that there was only one dad and he had ten kids, ages twelve and under, to watch.
Yeah, it was a big deal.
We received a photo towards the end of our evening that raised our eyebrows and evoked sighs. It created that kind of response because we are moms, not dads. Every dad that would have seen the photo would have awed and cheered. My Sweetie said, “Oh, how cool!”
I don’t have the exact photo, but the comment was this: We broke the side of the pool while letting the kids jump in from the front end loader.
Yeah, good times.
The workers were there to fix the side of the pool bright and early the next morning so the fun could continue. Don’t they look like they are having the time of their lives?
While I often wish My Sweetie and I saw all things exactly the same, it’s a blessing that mother and fathers often view opportunities differently. Mothers protect more and dads challenge more. It usually makes for a balanced childhood. A very good thing.
I know they’ll never forget about this fun episode.
Any extreme sports going on with you? or any opportunities for dads to let your kiddos be daring?