Okay, world, I get it: a dad staying at home with his baby is unusual. Do you have to beat me over the goldarned head with it every single day?
The other day at the playground, a cute toddler named Jessica really got into playing with Boobaby and me. I’m the Pied Piper dad, you know — I almost always have an entourage of toddlers. In this case, though, Jessica’s grandmother was not thrilled with her playing with us and tried to get her to disengage. From my story posted today over at GNM Parents:
Jessica was reluctant to leave our happy group, which apart from Boo and me included two other kids and a bored-looking nanny on her cell phone. Nevertheless, “Go down, Jessica! Go down!” was grandma’s continued command. I glanced down to dissuade the grandmother and was surprised to find that she wasn’t looking at her granddaughter — she was staring at me.
Now, I’m just about as harmless as they come: bespectacled, clean-shaven, and generally a little smeared with marker and avocado in that way that unmistakably reads “parent.” But this grandmother clearly didn’t want her charge playing with my baby, despite the fact that we were in plain view and there were plenty of other adults around.
Doesn’t it feel sometimes that the moment you’ve figured out how to behave as a parent is the same moment when it all comes crashing down?
Damn, that hurts.
Read the whole article over at GNM Parents, and I’d love to hear your thoughts, too.