For My Him 😚
Is Dad babysitting? Well actually, no.
They’re his minions too or Didn’t you know?
He’s just as responsible for our little girls
As I am. Imagine! It’s a crazy old world.
Imagine if Dads got the credit they’re due
For all of that “parenting” stuff that they do?
For the fact that he might have had something to do
With me having babies. Afterall, it takes two!
For the feeding and changing and burping and snot.
For the fact that he also can stand by the cot,
For the fear and the tears that he so often hides,
As he holds it together, while screaming inside,
For helping to raise them, for holding them tight,
For also being kept wide awake in the night,
For changing the bed when it’s covered in puke,
For the times when he’s tired and still reads her books,
For the washing he does, (even though it’s not often!)
And the times when he hoovers, or sticks on the oven,
For the hugs and the kisses, the cuddles and smiles
For the hours he works, missing them all the while.
For the phone calls and texts when he’s trying to work
For the airplanes he makes with a spoon or a fork,
For the times when he kisses my forehead and squeezes
My hand, for the friendship and even the teases,
For reminding me every so often that he
Loves me as their Mammy, but also, as ME.
For his laughter and strength, his time and his love,
Because while I was sent these wee gifts from above,
They aren’t just mine, and No he’s not babysitting,
(Ok I do most stuff), but who am I kidding?
He’s just as responsible for our little girls
As I am. He’s not just their Dad. He’s our world.
The S-Mum 