father's day

last friday my girlfriend reminded me that sunday was father's day. she asked if i had anything prepared for the hubster. sheepishly i said no, then thot that he didn't need a pressie to remind him that i was the one who endured labour for a total of 42 hours (collectively) only to have all the kids say dada first. why does he deserve to be celebrated, when a career woman like me has to rush home from work everyday to be the bitch of the castle, ordering the kids to have dinner and wash up while he saunters in at 9-some only to be their best friend.

we both didn't have father figures while we were growing up so there was no reference point for us to measure if he was on the right track. his instinct kicked him good and hard when angel-girl was born. by the time we had the 2 boys, he was an old hand in the game. he could parent with his eyes closed (and lying in bed) which he does on the saturday mornings while i'm at work.

superglue moments aside, he IS a good father. he may not make the best husband but i couldn't ask for a better partner in raising our kids. he is a one-man-creativity-machine-cum-human-tampolene. the kids love him to bits, not just mine, all kids. he lets them run wild and knows when to pull them back. they listen to him coz he listens to them and gives them respect. while i am caught up with the day to day, trying my darnest to be super mom, he has built a relationship with each and every one of them. now that deserves some credit.