Even after belonging to millennial generation the concept of “Equal Parenting” comes as a myth. More than half of the parenting role in some families even now has to be taken care of by the mother. And the gender divide begins right from the second the child is born.
Some days I am totally convinced Mr. Husband isn’t even the right man for having been married to. But most days I am so grateful thinking about how lucky I am to be raising my son with a guy like him, someone who puts family before everything else. It’s really beautiful to have another person to share the ups and downs of parenting with every single day who is equally involved and equally shares the responsibilities.
One can choose her husband but only a few get to choose their fathers. We thank our stars every day for having Mr. Husband as Shaarav’s father who has been an equal parent right from the time we conceived. He has played an equal parenting role in each and every area of Shaarav’s upbringing be it feeding him, changing him, bathing and massaging him, tending him when he’s sick. He has even spent sleepless nights by my side and has woken up at the oddest possible hour when the need be. He has been an avid reader of parenting articles because he wants to understand whatever minuscule thing happening to Shaarav and wants to make sure nothing goes wrong with Shaarav.
And though I’m jealous that Shaarav is his Daddy’s replica in almost all aspects it didn’t come as a surprise when the first words he spoke was “Papa” instead of “Maa“
So for the “equal parent” that Daddy Dearest is we prepared an “I Love You, Papa” card for him on Father’s Day to appreciate all his efforts to keep us well fed, happy and healthy and to celebrate his existence in our small world.
Father’s Day went by a couple of days ago. But we are celebrating Father’s Day the whole month. Celebrating the fathers in our lives and appreciating them for the efforts they make I feel just one day is never enough. So while I have shared the poem I wrote to my father and the poem about what Mr. Husband would have written. Shaarav thanks his Papa not just for sharing his DNA but also for raising him the best way possible to become just like him. So, here’s presenting to you another short poem about what Shaarav would have written for his Daddy. Let’s celebrate the fathers in our lives, people!
I’m just a baby, but still, I know.
I love you so much, I might not always be able to show.
When I was in mummy’s tummy and you talked to me.
I have known you since the time, you see.
You waited for me just as much as mummy.
Mummy tells me I used to kick to voice when I was in her tummy.
You were the first to hold me in your arm.
Holding me tenderly, keeping me safe from harm.
You looked at me in amazement and wonder, I looked just like you.
My tiny hands wrapped around your finger, I opened my eyes to look at you.
You smiled watching me, I felt cozy into you as I snuggled.
You showered me with kisses as you hugged me tight and cuddled.
When the doctor pricked me for vaccine and mummy cried.
I held onto you while you stayed strong, you tried.
There’s definitely something special about your love.
I thank my stars for having chosen you as my papa from above.
This post is a part of the blog train hosted by Prisha Lalwani of Mummasaurus.com. In the same context, I take this opportunity to thank Sneha Jubin or introducing me whose wonderful post you can read here and I’d also like to introduce Cindy Ann Dsilva whose lovely post you can read here.
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