Happy Father’s Day- guest blog by my daughter

Hi all- since my first blog was such a huge success, I decided I will write a second one as an early Father’s Day gift for my daddy!

My dad was one of the first people I met as soon as I was born, he was the first person to carry me- we both eyed each other with a bit of confusion and fear. In first confusing weeks, he was a constant presence- the diaper cleaning wizard which made me happy and the sleeping coach which made me unhappy (as you may remember, I don’t like to sleep). When he returned to work, mom was scared and I was petrified- who will change my diaper now? 

My favorite part of the day is my bath time date with daddy- i splash around in the tub and daddy gives me company! We also read books together after he helps me dress up (little secret: daddy loves to choose my dresses and he takes ages to decide).. my daddy-daughter bath and book routine makes me look forward to evening time! My other favorite thing to do is to sleep on his chest after a long day of playing. 

Even after going back to work, daddy helps mom at night with keeping me asleep (yawn, why bother! I like to play folks). Now that I can crawl around, I follow him all morning and secretly hope I can keep him from leaving for office. We both looked forward to weekends because daddy gets so excited to spend time with me that I nap less and play more. 

Daddy is the worrier- I can tell, he asks mom so many questions and is forever worried about safety- I want to tell him take a chill pill! Of course, other times he is my mischief partner- we are working on my throwing skills, we love to throw balls inside my play house. He takes me to my favorite place the swings and I have so much fun going higher and higher. 

Daddy loves to feed me but sometimes he is a bit frustrated because I would rather play, but can you blame me! Also sidebar, if I am busy playing, daddy enjoys my baby food so he isn’t complaining! 

I did my fair share of travel and he best part of it is mommy is relaxed and daddy is in charge of my diapers and food and all the fun stuff. I love seeing him all the time, I try and fight every nap so we can play all day. I wish you were on vacation more often and you didn’t have to work (beware as soon as I grow up, I will take your phone away so you give me even more attention).

For learning so many roles and being my partner in crime, happy first father’s daddy! 

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My life changed… we had our princess 3 weeks ago and from being a daughter, wife, professional, friend, and so many other hats, I get a new hat called mother…

The role of a mother is worshiped, described in movies and songs in the most pious ways. Hindi movies have songs where moms are praised by their children. I am now realizing what it really means to be a mother. But as I digest this new world, I had a different thought- why isn’t there as much of a fuss about fathers? While nature gives us the lion share of pregnancy and child birth, fathers are often the silent partners to the entire journey. We point out when the father is absent from a child’s life, but we don’t spend enough time celebrating their role in a child’s life.

I can speak from my experience- my husband was a part of every stage in my journey, helping me through morning sickness, trying to feel her kicks and an enthusiastic partner of my antenatal classes. From the second she was born, he was with her every second, every midnight feed he waited patiently to burp her, changed every diaper enthusiastically, worried about every reaction, and celebrated every activity she did. I watch with pride as I see her cuddle against him and nap for hours on end. When we go to doctor’s appointments, they are surprised at how involved he is, and tell me I am lucky- and my hubby is perplexed. As his paternity leave is almost done, I keep wondering how much we both will miss him.

It reminds me of the nature v/s nurture argument- moms have a natural bond, one that we feel from the womb with every kick and one that we feel every moment. But isn’t it amazing that someone can be a part of every moment without actually feeling it constantly? Isn’t that something we should watch with wonder, and maybe talk about every now and then..