Conversations : rain, heat, awesome dads.
They walked into the coffee shop soaked,
helmets slopping all over as their bike and trailer just outside got drenched. The young girl's long hair dripped buckets as they got in line behind me.
Looks like you earned your hot beverages today!
I said to the dad.
He nodded with wet hair, smiling. I promised her two things today: a bike ride and hot chocolate.
So...here we are.
I said we'd do it.
And we did!
Nice.
I said.
Pretty sure that's something that's gonna get remembered.
I waved goodbye on my way out, and got in my car, which is not a convertible.
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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.
Strong-ish?
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.