Last weekend I went on a ladies' retreat with 212 women from our church. I'll blog more about that later, but I wanted to give some recognition to Ted, who blasts all the stereotypes that say men can't change diapers, don't know how or what to feed the kids, and are generally buffoons when it comes to raising children. I'm not sure when it became socially acceptable to assume the worst about fathers, though I've been aware of it as a trend in sit-coms and commercials for years.
While I was away on Sunday morning, Ted made his yummy whole wheat pancakes (which he does EVERY Sunday), fed the kids, helped them get dressed, drove everyone to church, dropped each child off in his or her classroom, and got seated...BEFORE the service began. He endured a number of comments to the effect of, "Wow, you have all four kids on your own, and you're here on time?!" I'm sure he smiled and nodded politely, but what he was really thinking was, "Come on, people, give me a little credit! If Beverly can do it for 6 months, I can certainly do this for a weekend!"
So here's to my hubby, who is not only a wonderful, amazing husband, but who also wears his badge of fatherhood with pride. He does everything I do, and he helps without complaining or making me feel as if he's doing me a tremendous favor (even though he often is!).
* washes dishes
* cooks meals
* sorts laundry
* washes and dries clothes
* folds and irons clothes
* changes diapers without batting an eye (or flaring a nostril)
* bathes the kids
* sweeps and mops
* makes frequent grocery runs
* and so on.
So please, people, let's not act surprised when a husband does his job well! I'm proud of my man! I give him all the credit in the world for seeking to be a man, husband, and father after God's own heart.