Making Room for Daddy

Dawn Davenport

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Making Room for Daddy

Two parents are often better than one.

When we walked through our door carrying our first child, my husband and I were equally clueless.  We brought four college degrees, love, and eagerness to the parenting table, but not much else.  The next morning we jumped into this new gig with fervor. According to the Babycare Bible (to be known hereafter as “the BB”), it was time for a bath.  Peter read the step-by-step instructions from the BB out loud, cross referencing several lesser baby books for good measure, while I attempted implementation.  Our daughter, sensing our ineptitude and even at two days disliking change, screamed blood curdling screams.  Screams that set your inner ear hairs on end were not covered in the BB.  After several hours (or minutes, but who’s counting?) we gave up and agreed to try again in three months.  After all, all the parts that got dirty were wiped clean on a regular basis, so why did she need full body immersion?

Within days we were both developing “key competencies” (as instructed by the BB), but by the second week I was becoming the star.  Pretty soon, I ditched the BB completely and was riffing on baby care.  Who needed a baby bath, when you could cuddle your baby in the shower and both enjoy the hot water and body contact?  Peter deferred to my new founded confidence, and thus an expert was born.

My expertise and confidence were both equally shallow, which is a dangerous combination.  Expertise can become a self fulfilling prophecy.  I led; Peter followed.  My confidence wasn’t deep enough to let him venture too far outside my lines, but he didn’t seem to chafe at the restrictions…until The Lullaby Incident.

I love to sing, but lack anything resembling talent.  I figured my kids were likely to be my only appreciative audience, and one of my fantasies pre-mommyhood was singing my children to sleep.  Lullabies, I soon found out, are wonderfully forgiving.  They usually have a limited range and work well in most keys; better yet, they even allow for key changes mid-song in case the original key outstretched my range.  In other words, they were perfect for my “talents”.  (You musically gifted folks are cringing, I know, so don’t try to deny it.)  I listened to recordings and wrote down the lyrics to as many lullabies as I could find.  Although I had a varied repertoire, they were all slow paced and song softly to further their soporific effect.

So imagine my surprise when one night I heard the rousing strains of Take Me Out to the Ballgame marching out of the baby monitor as Peter was putting our daughter to bed.  “Peter,” I helpfully whispered at the door, “the idea of a lullaby is to put the kid to sleep, not make her want to flag down the beer guy for another round.”  In fairness to Peter, he did try to slow the pace, but Take Me Out To the Ballgame refuses to be sung as a funeral dirge, so pretty soon he was back up to full volume and beat.

I offered to teach him a few lullabies, but he decided to take the daddy reins back.  He was going to begin, by golly, with singing whatever songs he wanted, including Take Me Out to the Ballgame. He did add a few more traditional children’s songs to his play list, but they were all of the upbeat, toe-tapping, and often gross variety.

Oh Dunderbeck, Dunderbeck, how could you be so mean?
To ever have invented the sausage meat machine.
Now all the neighbor’s cats and dogs will nevermore be seen, they’ve all been ground to sausages in Dunderbeck’s machine.

Turns out, song selection has little to do with how quickly a child falls asleep, and they all grew up to love sausage.  Who knew?  And thus, a new expert was born.

Over the years, we’ve been able to balance each other pretty well.  I was a good ballast to his tendency to worry about their physical safety when they were romping, rolling and crashing their way through childhood.  “Honey, if the worst that can happen is that they break a bone, let them go,” I’d counsel.  The tables are turned now that some are driving.  The worst that can happen in a car is far worse than a broken bone, and I cling to his calm (and a whole lot of prayer) to get me through.  But this balancing act only works because he is an equal.  Sometimes, we moms don’t make room for more than one “expert”.  (By the way, even thinking about the word “expert” in conjunction with parenting makes me giggle. As if anyone could ever be an expert at this task.)

Good parents come in all different styles.  My way, is…well, just my way.  If you have a parenting partner, you need to come to an agreement on the big stuff, but leave a lot of room in between for individual parenting expression.  Kids not only tolerate these differences, I think they thrive.  So do parents.

P. S. If you have kids, please share ways in which your parenting style differs from your partner. Or, in what ways did your parents differ.  Did it screw you up?

 

Image credit: kkbutterfly01

08/06/2010 | by Dawn Davenport | Categories: Adoption, Adoption Blog, Blog, Infertility, Infertility Blog | 6 Comments



6 Responses to Making Room for Daddy

  1. Priscilla says:

    Ouch. I just saw myself in your post and I’m not even a mom yet. I think I need to start working on this now. Thanks for the reminder. LOL

  2. Laura says:

    Wow. My husband and I are so different. I read books to the kids from left to right one page at a time and he was reading to the kids backwards and jumping around. It’s great to have very different people in a family. It makes each of us realize that there is no perfect way.

  3. Brenda H. says:

    Thanks for the chuckles this morning! Cute story!
    I love the differences between my hubby and me. It keeps a great balance in our family life. Brad is the tickle, tackle parent and I am the “lets read a book” parent.
    I made lots of “plans” during the wishing for a baby years…I was going to have a children’s book of songs next to the rocking chair and sing to my babies every single day. The book idea never happened and by baby number 3 I think I forgot what a lullaby was. I have learned to forgive myself for not living up to those unreachable expectations I put on myself as a want-to-be parent. But from time to time I feel sad that I didn’t live up to at least some of those plans. That is when I take a few moments and sing to my kids when tucking them in.
    Love your blog…I am a new reader. 🙂

    • Dawn says:

      Brenda, from my experience, none of us live up to our pre-baby expectations. Partly because they weren’t grounded in reality. Welcome to Creating a Family, by the way. Hope you find this site, radio show, and blog helpful. Why don’t you sign up for our weekly newsletter which will tell you what resources we’ve added to the site that week and what that week’s radio show topic will be.

  4. Molly says:

    LOL. This is great. I’ll copy it for my husband for Father’s Day.

  5. B.T. says:

    A very interesting post and very true! I won’t ever eat sausages again without thinking about Dunderbeck. Gross!

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