Sunday, June 16, 2013
Happy Baba's Day.
Sure we have different parenting styles, we had different role models. I was raised by elderly grandparents who thought I was the greatest thing in the world, and reminded me each and every day. I was hugged and kissed so many times a day it was not funny. P grew up with less of that you are so precious fawning. He loves his children, but he is also very aware of their short comings, and can laugh about them. And he is always thinking about their well being, about the quality of their lives. That is why instead of being in a foul mood over working today, he was happy to make money to pay off next month's camp. And even though the man has the ability to get on my last nerve like only my children can do, I would not want to coparent with anyone but P. He makes me feel safe, especially since I keep finding myself in operating rooms. If my time were to arrive while SS is still young, I know that her Baba will take care of her just fine.
Remember that picture above, the one that made it to SS's year book? I was sad when the Title IV teacher informed me that it was taken by the professional photographer at the dance. She then surprised me by sending me a copy. That picture is going to end up enlarged on canvas and proudly displayed on our living room. Happy Father's Day Baby.