A guy
wearing a beanie and
a sign.
In printed letters,
something about being a
single father,
and needing money for diapers.
The light turned green.
Scrambled for my wallet,
dug out a bill, hoped it
was George Washington.
Thrust it to him, accelerating.
He smiled, said
Thank you.
God bless you.
You too I said.
And thought thank you for
saying 'thank you,' and for smiling.
He is a good dad, at
185th onramp in Aloha, Oregon.
Becca and I split parenting and work. One works, the other schools, plays, and raises young minds and hearts. Then we switch the next day. We have done a variation of this for over eleven years and going strong.
I am not avoiding the phrase SAHD (stay at home dad) for any particular reason, other than the fact that it doesn't quite apply in our case accurately. We both raise children, we both work, we both stay home at some points and work at other points. It's great when there's one parent to work five days and one parent to stay home five days or whatever, but that's not us. We keep things hopping and make things work. Most of the time, mostly well.
