What concerns me here is the idea contained at the end: that somehow mothers
sacrifice more and thus love their children more than fathers. I guess that
worldview (and eternal view) works for some people, but not for me.
My grown children are a little like those of "Cat"s. They'll often
talk share news and get advice a little more freely with their mom than with
me--especially the girls. Nothing wrong with that!But as to a
"favorite" parent, that hasn't happened in our family. I think
that's largely because, in spite of challenges, decisions, and goals,
we've pretty much been on the same track together. Even when disagreements
have arisen, our commitment to each other and to the children has always won
out.And when some serious crisis comes around--they're just as
likely to come to me as to their mother. I believe it's because they sense
that we're both going to be helpful. Teamwork is just as important in
marriage as it is anywhere else, and one of the many significant practices that
keeps a marriage and a family together.
I have always said I will give up anything for my children. Well...gentlegranny
The generalization that fits our family is that the mom keeps the kids safe and
healthy (gives them roots), the dad plays with them and takes them on adventures
(gives them wings). Between both they grow into adults that are grounded and
unafaid to take healthy risks in life.
Well, I must be doing it wrong then. I am the hands on parent at our house.
I'm the one that takes them to their appointments and gets after them for
homework. But I'm also the one they go to when they want to do something
fun. I watch them walk right past their dad and straight to me to ask about some
activity they want to do either with friends or as a family. Why, because
I'm the one that will do it with them or let them go. I'm the one that
takes them to the zoo or the park or on a hike. I'm the one that plans
vacations and lets them make messes. I'm the one who listens to their crazy
ideas and tries to find a way to make some of them happen. They razz me and give
me a hard time about the old stuff I make them watch or listen to. Then I catch
them sharing it with their friends. So it's OK.
What a beautiful tribute to motherhood...just in time for Mother's Day!