Being a new father myself, I imagined myself in the same
scenario—working fifty or sixty hours a week to make ends meet, then coming home
to do home repairs, yard work, and so on.
I realized that such a scenario wouldn’t actually leave much time for me
to spend with my child. But then it hit me, that’s exactly the point, I’m not
supposed to be doing that—that’s the woman’s job.
In America right now, and especially during this political
season, there are two images being portrayed as to what our society should look
like; what it really means to be an “American.”
Many are suggesting that we need to go back to the “good old days.” What
does that really mean? At least in the context of the family, when some speak
of “traditional family values,” what they mean is the dad working and the mom
staying at home with the kids. Leave it to Beaver is the model of the
true American family, the ways things should be.
Well, I decided I don’t want to be that kind of man. I want to be a part of my child’s rearing; I
want to help change her diapers, feed her during the night, and take her on
walks. If I’m working fifty hours a
week, working in the yard, and doing repairs around the house I can’t do as
much as that as I want. So I’m left
with a choice, abandon the traditional image of what being a father looks like
in society or miss out on bonding opportunities with my daughter. Sure, many traditionalists are going to
question my status as a good man because I don’t do all the things they expect
me to do (work, work, work), but so be it.
You may be wondering what this has to do with feminism—everything! It was/is the feminists who continually
challenge the status quo, the ways things “used to be,” the good old days. It’s feminists who point out that a
patriarchal society only works for the men.
It’s the feminists who say it’s ok for me to be the father I want to
be. Think about that, I as a man am
actually reaping the reward from the hard work of thousands of women over the
years who have sought the end of a patriarchal society of “traditional family
values.”
More so, I have the assurance that I can encourage my
daughter as she grows up to do whatever
she sets her mind to—no need to worry that only certain careers open to her or
that she’ll automatically be considered lower than a man is intellect and
capability. Yes, there still is far too
much gender discrimination, but I’m thankful for how far we’ve come.
So, thanks to all the feminists and others who struggle to
change the status quo! I fully support you and am with you as we continue to
work to bring equality and opportunity to all
people.
I applaud you Loren! One of my “pet peeves” is when I hear a Father say, “I have to stay home and babysit the kids…” What!?! They are your kids, be a parent…better yet be a Father and if you can…be a Dad. I also become very annoyed when I hear parents, Moms or Dads, say things about what they have “given up” or “sacrificed” to be parents. Fact is I have no regrets for making the choices I have made in my life, thus far, which I made with the best intentions in mind for my family. Decisions people “outside” my familial unit thought were terrible, or not the spiritual thing to do, things that broke tradition or might tarnish the overall family image. I had desires and dreams as a young man, trying to establish myself as an individual, a plan as to where I wanted my life to go by the time I was 25, or 30, or 40, or even 50. I made certain decisions which took my life, in reality, in very different directions. That being said, most of those decisions were made so I could have an active role in the lives of three other people. I’d love to make it sound like I did them some great “favor” by staying in their lives, but the reality of it is, I gained much more from them then I could ever give. From the times when they would “break the rules” in some way that I found extremely funny, but I would put on my “Dad face” and scold them for what they had done, step out into the hall and bust out laughing, to the honor of having them welcome their Bonus Mom into our family, and watching those relationships flourish, to individual achievements for each of them. Working to keep them safe and teaching them as children, to becoming their counselor as teenagers and trying to help them understand the world around them, to becoming the advisor they turn to in their adulthood. Do I ever look back and say to myself “I wish (fill in the blank) would have gone differently”, sure I do, I still have desires and dreams, life has just gone down a different road then the one I had planned when I was a teenager. I am not done yet, and I look forward to where the road takes me from here. But I can honestly say, I have no regrets for any of the decisions I have made for being an active member in the lives of my wife or children.
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Uncle Les