5 reasons you know you’re a ‘real life’ dad…
If I’m honest, before becoming a Dad I’d had quite a lot of experience with kids. I’d done lots of babysitting and changed heaps of nappies, so I wasn’t overly nervous or worried about becoming a Dad. But now, after two kids and nearly 3 years of parenting, I realise, you can never be prepared for what lies ahead.
I’m sure every Dad or Mum will have experienced some, if not, all of these.
So here’s my list of just 5 reasons I know I’m a ‘real life’ Dad…
- It’s the morning of Fathers day and you’re lying in bed eagerly awaiting your 2-year-old to burst through the door with a smile on her face and card in her hand. Instead said 2-year-old has a melt down and refuses to leave the comforts of the sofa and the real favourite man in her life, Mr Tumble! I hate that man…
- The poopy dance… what started off as a bit of fun to get my daughter to go to the toilet has turned into a daily ritual every time she does a 🎵poopy poopy poopy… poopy poopy poopy… poopy poopy poopy…🎵 yes, there’s a song too! Good job I’m an awesome dancer otherwise I’d just look stupid. I’m also regularly praised for managing to correctly go to the toilet too. “Well done daddy” is frequently shouted went I come back from the toilet, that is, if she hadn’t already come with me to offer moral support.
- You ‘let’ your children use you as a toy so they can play hairdressers, make-up, doctors or shops. In fact, on one occasion I left the house, done an Aldi shop, went to the doctors and chemist, got home and not one person had mentioned the big pink flowery hair clip in my hair.
- When your kids hand you a bogey, you have to catch the sick straight from their mouth, they poop in the bath, or pee all over you… the list of discussing things you quickly do without batting an eyelid goes on and on. And despite all those things you still love them unconditionally.
- I race home from work to spend the last hour before bed with them. Most nights to be greeted with a bear hug and a zerbert (our word for blowing a raspberry) from my daughter, who had spent the last 10 minutes looking out the window for the car to turn into the driveway. We always have time for a quick play, normally jump on daddy, before bath, stories and bed. It’s only an hour but it’s the best hour of the day.
So that’s a little insight into my life and how I became a real life Dad. It’s been tough, fun, messy, loud, scary all at the same time but for me there’s no greater joy and I wouldn’t change it for world.
This real life Dad xx