I know that’s true of me, and I love it! I’d rather spend my time hanging with my daughter, Addy, then sitting in some fucking meeting that’ll turn your brain into runny oatmeal until it leaks out your ears. When she was first born I worked from home after my wife went back to the office full-time. Later, I was home with her full-time. It was a challenge at times. Like the day I took her to the Zoo by myself and, picking her up to show her the fountain, she accidentally hooked my glasses and knocked them into the water. How the hell do you retreive your glasses from a fountain with a toddler in tow? I set her down on the ground, told her to hold onto the cement barrier that goes around the fountain, through which she could see me, and I took off my shoes and socks and waded in, something that you’re not supposed to do, according to posted signs, but damn if I was going to go searching for some zoo employee. The point is we managed. And actually, Addy thought it was funny, giggling at me the entire time.
I never imagined I’d be staying at home with my daughter, but then I’d had a hard time imagining myself as a parent to begin with. But, you know, life happens. You deal with it. And if you’re lucky, like I am, you find you really enjoy it, can’t imagine your life without it.
I was raised in a family where my dad worked and my mom was at home. My parents aren’t Boomers, they are Silent Generation. And while I a great childhood, that model simply does not apply anymore, not to most people that I know.
And GenX Dads are one the forefront of this change. We’re muddling through, figuring things out, and so will be a be pass along what we know. I will anyway. I mean, if I”m asked.