Im Married To Mr. Mom
Written by Jori Meyer, Posted on , in Section Inspirational
Plenty of Moms Know What I'm Talking About
Imagine the most annoying sound in the entire world and multiply it by fifteen, that is my alarm clock. I usually hit snooze a minimum of twelve times and literally roll my body off the bed using pure mind power. Gathering up all my limbs, I make my way to the bathroom and catch a glimpse of what some call hair but I refer to as my lion fro. While trying to pee as quietly as I can, I hear my two year old son run across his room, tripping over a number of farm animals and firetrucks. Here we go...let the circus of work mornings begin.
"Mom, mom, mom, mom. Morning, mom." With his face smashed against the bathroom door, I can hear him giggling and he launches himself into his baby sisters room. "FRANKIE, FRANKIE, MORNING FRANKIE." Startled, yet still stoked to be a part of the excitement, I can hear our one year old giggle as her brother climbs into her crib.
I manage to down a half pot of coffee, harnessing my hair snakes and changing into professional clothing, the sleepy eyed husband and I change the babes' bums, load them up and drive me to the office. Then after acting like hooligans saying goodbye and blowing kisses, I watch as Dad drives away singing some made up song with the kid's giggling in the backseat. And I don't get to see them again until early evening.
Why Is This Strange To Some People?
But think about it, how lucky are these kids? They seriously play cars, lions, ninjas, even baby dolls with their dad every single time I have to leave for work. They get to spend their time watching movies, snuggling, and dancing in the comfort of their own kitchen with one of their most favorite people. And that's not all he does either. While manhandling the dishes and laundry, my favorite "Mr. Mom" also cooks all the meals and gets the kids dressed for the day. May it be a summer dress with jeans or a flannel with shorts, I come home to my babies in clean clothes.
Now, how and why did the title "Mr. Mom" come to be? I get that it's meant to be for a man who stays home and performs "motherly duties" but why are they motherly duties in the first place? Why wouldn't they be fatherly duties if the father was doing them?
When it comes down to it, my husband can go get a job and pay seventy five percent of his income to a place full strangers who may or may not be watching our two young children or he could bring in no income and our babies can hang with at least one of their parents every single day. That may be a sacrifice for some but for us it was the perfect solution.
