Excerpt from The New Momís Guide to Dealing with Dad
It was just a few hours. Theyíre fine. Heís the dad, after all.
My husbandís first time alone with our newborn was about to end. Iíd been to a friendís baby shower, my first outing after having our first son, and I couldnít wait to get home. I felt oddly tied to the little guy, as if Iíd been cast out like a fishing bobber to float around in my sleep-deprived state, and the strong bond already established between my son and me was relentlessly reeling me back home.
He needs me. I think they need me. They must need me. I am the mom, after all, keeper of the milk and all sage decisions about this babyís every moment. When I walk in, the house is quiet and a bit messy. They are lying together on a blanket in the living room, exchanging adoring looks. I think I butted in. I think Iím jealous.
It seems my loving husband had taken our six-week-old to the library, gotten him his own library card, and checked out a few books. It was ridiculous and utterly admirable.
ďIt was so fun to do something that was his first,Ē Todd said. ďEverything he does is a first, but itís usually with you.Ē
That simple outing was the inaugural run of the adventurous, why-not, could-be-fun, letís-learn-something attitude my husband has brought to every day of parenting since then.
He does things his way, and I think Iíve finally learned to let him.