How I met your (Modern) Mom
I did not get it at the time, and though I still judge the mom a little, I can now see where she was coming from. Just this once, allow me to, and believe it when I tell you that my kid is the smartest kid I’ve ever met. She’s also a great artist. I’ll be sharing her drawings in a future post.
The reason I do not speak of my husband’s awesomeness is because when I’ve done so in public, I’m been met with curious stares or I’ve felt judged. We have a very liberal/modern relationship; everyone does everything and that’s something most people can’t wrap their heads around. When we got our kid, a close friend from college came to visit. An hour into the visit, I change my baby’s diaper and innocently hand the dirty diaper to boyfriend to go get rid of it. She almost fainted!
When he was gone, she asked, ‘Why did you do that?’ ‘What?’ I asked, confused, ‘Oh, the diaper? I wanted him to put it where we put them.’ The look she gave me said it all.
She could not get how he was ok with that. But how could he not be okey while he’s doing it for his baby? Or even his wife? Who else would have washed my cloths when I was heavily pregnant? ‘Get a cleaning lady to do it,’ one woman once told me. Really? I don’t know… It’s an all too touchy subject altogether but I just refuse to apologize for being treated right. The way I should.
For months we stayed with a daytime nanny. We’d both come home tired and while I bathed our little girl, he would cook our dinner. In the morning he’d make breakfast and iron the cloths while I breastfed and expressed. It worked for our family and we were both happy.
I’ve spoken to different women and men and their views or experiences of what goes on in other relationships make me realize just how lucky I am. We get each other. Though complete on our own, we complement each other and am grateful for that. I am grateful for all the small things and for the big things; grateful that I met him; and more grateful for our baby. I can’t help but imagine how different my life would have been had I not met him that day.
So when he asked to be a guest blogger today, I could not wait to read what he had to say.
Disclaimer though: Remember that you’re seeing me through the eyes of someone who loves me. He might therefore exaggerate on how smart, stylish and collected I normally am. Refer to the post about my cooking. 😉
So, next time you want to ask how daddy met mom, there you go Kendall; this is how I met your beautiful mom. This is our love story, and you are part of it.
By Modern Dad.,
Until we see each other again,