As you may already know women are innately crazy, especially when in regards to our children. We are overprotective, jealous, and all-knowing when it comes to the well-being of our babies. It comes from a place deep inside, and we are unable to tame it. So know the next time we yell at you for something you did with the kids, we truly can’t help ourselves. We just see things completely different.
Right before we had our son a month ago, I sat down next to my husband and told him I wanted to apologize in advance. With a puzzled look on his face he followed up with a hesitant,
“For what? Do I dare ask?”
“You’ll see after the baby is here, so remember this sincere apology.”
I wanted to apologize early because I remembered how I turned into a certified lunatic right after we had our first kid. Nothing he could do was right when caring for our baby.
“You’re not being gentle!”
“His diaper is too tight!”
“Wash your hands before you touch him!”
“Cuddle with him!”
“Don’t cuddle too tight!”
“Don’t shove the bottle in his mouth!”
“You’re going to slow!”
“You’re not going fast enough!”
In the essence of time, I will stop there or else I could probably go on forever.
With our second kid I was hoping, (hoping being the operative word), to be less of a psycho, but I knew the odds were not in my favor. I am a woman and I am also obsessed with my kids. Plus, just like in pregnancy a woman’s hormones are a complete wreck after the baby until her body gets back to normal. This alone is a recipe for disaster.
I have tried to explain this phenomenon to my husband many times, but it’s hard to find the right words. I usually start with saying, “No one loves these kids more than me,” which is true, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love them. He’s a great father and I know he loves them deeply….just not as much as me.
All fathers must understand that we spent what seemed like a lifetime baking these kids. We fell in love with them as soon as the pregnancy test boasted a positive sign. We felt their hiccups and movements in our bodies. We gave up wine and sushi for them. We went through horrendous pain and sacrificed our bodies to get our babies here. Once they arrive, it’s our boobs that leak when they cry. After all this, the last thing we want is for someone else to harm a hair on our precious little miracles heads.
I want all fathers to know that the excessive nagging and micro-managing truly comes from a place of love.
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Even if you don’t bake them yourself (says the adoptive mother of a 4 month old), you still become a complete and total nutcase when it comes to your kids. My poor husband thinks he can’t do anything right.