I adore my husband, and I am blessed that he is a very hands-on dad. But that doesn’t mean we see eye to eye on everything. And its come up in conversation with other moms that I am not the only one. Not that we’re complaining or anything. Just saying….
Here are just a few of the things moms do better than dads (or, to be a tad more specific – things I do better than my husband
1. Hair: I never thought that I was all that good at hair. Growing up with a ton of curly hair doesn’t give you many opportunities to practice. But when I was blessed with two lovely, fine haired little girls, I learned, and quickly. I’m not saying that Lola doesn’t go to school half the time with her longish bob unadorned, by (her) choice, or that Eva’s fine-yet-fluffy mane doesn’t often look slightly disheveled. But they generally leave the house looking lovely, when I do their hair. Now Kevin is great for special-occasion hairstyles (he once braided Lola’s hair to match her American Girl doll’s – seriously), when he has all the time in the world, and a willing accomplice, but when it comes to everyday hairstyles, I have him beat! Note to my sweet husband: Seven unrelated hair accessories do not a style make.
2. Clothes: There are many mornings when I’ve left my sweet husband, curled up on the couch with my two sweet girls, all still cozy in PJs, only to return to a vastly different scene. No, I am not talking about the elaborate fort that Kevin constructs in the living room every time I leave the house – the one that I have to step over and live with for days. I’m talking about the clothes. Kevin seems to think it’s okay to let the girls pick their own clothes, which wouldn’t be so bad if they were picking an entire outfit, rather than grabbing disparate pieces and assembling them into a hodgepodge of an outfit that should never leave the house. Add to that the fact that the girls, in their, ahem, creative attire and their hair, you know, done, have paraded their stylish selves around town and even as far as Orlando, ruining my by-now floundering reputation as a fashionable person. Sigh.
3. Food: On the days the girls aren’t parading around town in funky attire, they can often be found at home, hanging on the couch while watching hours of TV and eating Sun Chips while daddy surfs on the computer. Well past lunch. Which they are no longer hungry for.
So, yes, I have a husband who will sit home with the girls, build them elaborate forts, get them dressed and do their hair, and cuddle with them while they watch TV. Which makes me pretty much the luckiest girl in the world.