As life trundles on, fewer things irritate me. Life’s too short to sweat the small stuff.
But there are two words that absolutely make my blood boil: “Daddy daycare”.
My gosh.
I shouldn’t need to say it, but me spending time with my kid is not daycare. It’s parenting.
The 90s sitcom stereotype of the hapless, only-vaguely present father did a lot of damage to fatherhood. The narrative undermines the critical role each of us plays.
Bec and I might be better at different parts of this weird and wonderful parenting journey, but… spending time with my son is literally the least I can do to be a decent parent!
Doesn’t matter if I’m his Dad or his Mum… It’s not daycare. It’s parenting.
Some of the great dads I know, like my friend Pete, or the inimitable Bandit Heeler (iykyk) are good dads because they’re simply present. They go to the park (when they’d rather be sleeping), play a stupid made up game (when Netflix is preferable) an they’re there to listen (even when wrung out).
My son needs me to play with him, cook for him, clean up his stuff. And I’ll happily do it.
But lets not call it daycare. It’s parenting.
Furthermore, #CocomelonDelendaEst
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