I knew Joe would be a great dad. He is fun, funny, smart, talks to kids like they are real people, and will do just about anything for anyone. He struggled for a while with the idea of having a child because he worried it wouldn’t be fair to bring a new person into this crazy world – he wondered who he was to make that kind of decision. Now, of course you can’t ask an unborn person whether or not they want to be brought into the world, but it’s endearing to me that he didn’t take on the responsibilities of parenthood lightly.
So I knew all of that going in. It got better when I got pregnant – Joe took on so much responsibility around the house and I never had to ask him to do his part. He took care of me, provided unending emotional support, and was an amazing birth coach. He has been a cornerstone to my success with breastfeeding, as well.
Joe has never scoffed at changing a diaper, giving a bottle, or getting up early in the morning (or in the middle of the night) to tend to our baby. He is a master swaddler. He reads books to, bathes, walks with, plays with, rocks to sleep, and teaches Jack. The games he plays are amazingly creative – from very early on, he began asking Jack, “Where’s your mustache? There it is! Where’s your soul patch? There it is! Where’s your fumanchu? There it is!” and providing commentary on the types of people who have such facial hair. Joe took a voice class last year and has since spent many nights singing “Nino Precioso” while calming Jackie to get him to sleep.
I could not ask for a better father for our son. I am so very lucky to have such a wonderful partner in parenting. I hope Jack grows up to be just like him.
Happy Father’s Day (click the picture to view a slideshow).