My husband and I are masters of the long lost art of telling someone you like them by pulling their hair. Kind of how some people say “I love you” constantly, well, we constantly are joking with one another. It is how we flirt, super playful. My husband isn’t the most romantic per say, though he can be, but he is loving and no one sees that more than I do, next to our kids of course. Because of that, I fall in love again and often. You see, viewing my husband as not just a father, but the type of man he has become, melts me. Our kids hear the garage door opening and they fly out of their seats, every day without fail. To think, all of this almost never happened. You see, I have spoken on the topic of my miscarriages, the five before our daughter and the two after, I have always referred to them as mine but the losses were ours. I believe something changed in us during that time, we were fighting what was a losing battle and I was losing love for myself. I was hopeless. But while parenthood changed us in many ways but I’ve never focused on how fatherhood changed him.
He is more active.
When we were young(er), he would come home from work, change and jump into bed to watch television. It was an unhealthy and unmotivated lifestyle. However, ten years later and he gets home, jumps on his bike and drags the kids along. The weekends come around and we would stay home or visit family. Now, we make plans, grill outside, and even work on home projects. It is as if these kids just woke him up and he has the energy of a kid again that last long after they go to bed.
He’s gotten soft.
He talks a lot about how I’m supposed to be the hard city girl (I’m now a suburban transplant brat really) and that I’m soft but I notice it in him a lot also. He takes off to the store with my oldest and after he has scolded me for spoiling her, she comes back with the whole candy aisle claiming daddy bought her a few things. I just sit back while he giggles and denies it, and then they smile as if they share a secret I will never know of. Let the record show, I am not the one who does her spoiling. This girl has never made a request that he hasn’t said no to.
Some people brag about what they own. My husband, while he does enjoy good labels, is not one to put it on display. His prized possessions are our three kids. His Instagram account is dedicated to them, he’s constantly talking about them, and if it has been a long day at work, he is asking for a picture. With his chest puffed out, he brags about what he has helped create.
This year Father’s Day is a hard day for me as I just lost my own but I have to acknowledge the man my children adore because it is after all his day as well. So thank you, for coming home every night and loading the dishwasher and taking over bath time duties while I put the baby to sleep. We are not outnumbered with three kids, we are complete. Happy Father’s Day. Discover all the joys of Fatherhood with Johnson’s® below.
Check out this super cute doodle on daddy’s picture…ha! He really does rep the dad life hard! Doodle your own here.
This post on the #LittleWonders of Fatherhood is a collaboration between Socialstars and Johnson’s®. All words and babies are my own…