When my first child was born, a wise friend at church (who is a few years ahead of me in this parenting thing) gave me some super advice. She said that my husband would do things differently than I would and that I should let him.
In the past 9 years, I have sometimes successfully followed her advice. Other times, I’ve blown it. But I know that she’s right. The dad is not supposed to be exactly like the mom. My husband has never changed a diaper exactly like I do. He doesn’t give baths the same way I do. He is different.
What’s that old saying? There’s more than one way to skin a cat. Everything doesn’t have to be done my way. Oh, sure, sometimes I’m sure my way is better. And sometimes I’m so prideful I just have to say so. But the truth is — the outcome is usually the same, whether it’s done my way or his way. And sometimes his way is better. And sometimes his way gets more water on the bathroom floor during bathtime, but at some point I realized Who cares? The kids were bathed, and I didn’t have to do it. The water on the bathroom floor can be soaked up with a towel. I’d rather have a husband who’s willing to give baths than a dry bathroom floor.
So, today I honor my husband. Honey, I’m glad you’re not exactly like me. I’m glad you’re an active dad — giving fun baths, wrestling in the floor before bed, feeding them a big snack and calling it lunch, putting their baby clothes on backwards, letting them wear clothes to bed, letting them wear cowboy boots with cargo pants, and playing Playstation with our daughter way past her bedtime. You might not always do things the way I would choose, but you’re here and you’re involved and our children are blessed to have you as their daddy. I’m so glad you’d rather put their clothes on backwards a few times than sit back and let me do all the dressing. You’re great! Happy Father’s Day.