My Monday’s Many Thanksgiving Series topic this week: My husband!
Every nurse has their Achilles heel. Mine happens to be vomit. It is to the extent, that my co-workers used to find humor in how repulsed I was by it. I would remark that I was not sure how I was going to handle kid puke as a mom, but they would reassure me that it was different when it was your child. They lied. Puke is still puke.
How does my overall thankfulness for my husband play into this, since I haven’t practiced as a nurse in almost two years? Fast-forward to yesterday afternoon on our car ride to my mother-in-law’s house. We were only going to be in the car 20 minutes, but as Murphy’s Law would have it, that is when Turkey-Man starts throwing up. The only thing that changes when it is your child is that you now have a puke covered child crying out for you to comfort them.
This is one of the many moments I am eternally grateful for having a hands-on husband! He holds the bag. He strips Turkey-Man’s clothes off when we get home, so I can bathe him. He tears apart the car and car seat and washes it all down. At this point, Little-Flower has been placed in her pack-n-play to keep her out of the mess, but at 17 months old, she doesn’t understand and is upset that she is in there. As, I am bathing Turkey-man, getting him settled down, and trying to appease Little-Flower, I kept thinking to myself how grateful I am that hubby is so willing to pitch in without question. I could not imagine trying to clean up the car while comforting Turkey-Man and handling Little-Flower.
It is not only these circumstances that he is a hands-on parent. He has never been one to shy away from the less desirable tasks, such as diaper duty. We divide and conquer much of the work of two children. I watch various families within our circle and it seems as if parenting is more of a one (wo)man show with moms taking on the brunt of the tasks, while the dads remain in the periphery.
I am not surprised to see the kind of father he is. He has always been an engaged husband, supporting me along our journey together. I know it sounds cliché when I say that he has been my rock. But, seriously, he has been a constant source of stability when this journey has knocked me off my feet. Until Turkey-Man was born, he did not understand my relentless pursuit of parenthood, but he supported me nonetheless. (He has since remarked that Turkey-Man has filled a hole in his heart that he did not know existed.)
I know I am one of the lucky ones. I got to marry my best friend, who also happens to be a great father! So, as one many thanksgivings on this journey – I am incredibly grateful for the man I get to spend the rest of my life with!