For the past week, Andy and I have been having a parenting discussion. It is about having fun with your kids vs. being the disciplinarian.
Last night's discussion went like this:"Your Aunt Peg called...she mentioned that Diane had tickets to the Walking with Dinosaurs show and Diane is taking Lizzie. I wish we were taking the boys," I said.
"Why isn't Grady taking Lizzie? I don't mean to sound sexist, but that is a Daddy thing," my husband said totally innocently.
"I can't believe you just said that! Why do only daddies get to do the fun stuff?"
Yesterday was only the latest in what seems like an on-going discussion about parental roles. I have given this a lot of thought lately. Why do daddies have more fun? Is it the fact that, at least in our house, I am home all of the time with the kids. I do get stuck with some of the more mundane tasks in our household, especially where the kids are concerned:
"Mom, I have a spelling test tomorrow!"
"More juice, Mama!"
"Mom, will you wipe my hinie?" (This one is from my son, Drew, usually, at 5 AM, and ALWAYS to me.)
I also seem to be the one to have to discipline them and keep things in line:
"Stop playing soccer in the house, boys!"
"Michael, don't hit your brother!"
"Drew, you need to wipe your own hinie!"
And then Daddy comes home, the fun begins! The wrestling, the tickling, the chasing. Sometimes I feel like I have 4 boys, not 3! He does get to have more fun with them, but WHY? Last weekend, he took them tubing IN THE SNOWSTORM! Last night, he let Peter stay up later to watch Survivor:China. Am I too focused on the mundane that I can't have fun with my children? Maybe so...But , let me tell you, when all of the fun is over, and my boys are tired and ready for bed, it is me that they come to for one more hug, one last kiss, and that makes it all worth it!