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The Toughest Job
Becoming a "Remain At Home" Dad is a study in focusing on what is not natural to you. It is an particularly tough job. Then, she's a girl. Then she is a Libra. For those of you who are not familiar, a Libra female is appropriate, balanced, preoccupied with being fairly and love's a nice environment. You have to discover how to change a girl, and you have to comply with Mother's rules (which are rather particular). And then there are the regular issues: (Note: This Libra Female was under Father's care from about 6 months to two and a half years.)
When he ended his term, he was pretty qualified, but in the beginning, he had to keep remembering:
Don't feed them adult food.
Don't let them drink beer.
Maintain keys and critical items away from toddler scanning and reach.
Keep all things that could roughly end up becoming a weapon out of their hands.
Try to keep honey, sugar, jam and sticky junk away from them at all times.
Do not let them run around with any of the above items.
Wash their faces prior to Mother comes residence.
Try not to let her do her "hide and seek" game just before Mother comes house. Not knowing where your child is just when Mother comes property is a rather major drawback.
Don't do acrobatic tricks with your child. Specially don't let her imitate those tricks just when Mother comes house.
Feel of the When Mother Comes Household Hour as equivalent to an Interview To Continue To Be a Husband.
It is not fantastic to have a discussion with Your Libra Daughter about who is truly the boss just prior to the Mother comes property. Manipulative tears are detrimental to Father's status.
Never ever do the Trick where they stand in the palm of your hand and say "Hi Mommy", with their hands spread out in fearless glee.
No Tolerance For Dirty Diapers
The very first truly noticeable behavior that impressed the working Mom was the truth that when she got home, her daughter was in brand new clean diapers all the time. And, she had no diaper rash. So, it was not like the Father was changing the diapers just prior to she got property from work. No diaper rash meant that she was not sitting in dirty diapers all day long. Needless to say, the Father felt like he was establishing new records for hygiene and, considering that he was extremely nervous about the whole challenge, he patted himself on the back. For a little even though, the Mother was awe struck. Of course, the odd truth would be coming out soon.
The Kid Was Even Little For Her Cohorts, But She Could Run at 8 months, And Use Harsh Language to Daddy Not Long Right after That
Yes, she was precocious and could argue way too early, but that was not the actual strange dilemma. She could not tolerate a used diaper. In fact she would not go number two in her diapers following she could walk/run.
Right after Grandma exclaimed that she had a Mars in Leo, and would be arguing and standing up to people for the rest of her life, the Father said: "I can see that. But how come she won't tolerate a wet diaper? And why won't she go number two in her diapers?"
She was happy to run around diaper less, letting herself "dry out". Smiling as proud as Gypsy Rose Lee, she would present herself to the world with out clothes. Her pride was not letting anything dirty touch her porcelain white skin. Needless to say, Daddy was in track shoes attempting to keep up with her. You see, she would promptly shed her wet diapers upon annointing.
"You Are Not The Boss of Me!"
This is a widespread statement of defiance, but she presented this challenge continually. The Father would proudly declare that he was 31 and she was 2 and a half, and that that rather difference itself would constitute a reason for "Father Dominance". Toward the end of his term as Stay At Home Dad, she started utilizing a particular digit for disrespecting. When her Father inquired as to where she learned things like that. She said: "Tommy". The Father knew then that he had let Tommy come over and pay a visit to far too often, and those couple of times when she went over to Tommy's home had been a outstanding mistake. Later on Father would mutter: "When you get old, I hope you have a daughter just like yourself". Those comments were really said to himself so as to wring some little satisfaction from his encounter.
"Do not Do Your Hiding Game!"
Particularly vexing since she knew how much it affected the Father, this game of her own invention, would make him run via all the rooms, go via all the boxes and the nooks and the crannies. She would do it specifically when social events, parties or Mother's presence was soon expected. The Mother would say: "Honey, would you go uncover her. You know where all of her hiding locations are." Father would smile, understanding that sometimes he did not know where all of her hiding places had been, she would just appear, understanding that she could keep a hiding location a secret if she gave up on the game early enough.
"Where Are The Keys?"
The Father could do a accurate convincing theatrical performance when he had to act very calm. Of course it was those times when she had hidden the car keys. Do not say to yourself that his job was to hide the keys. That is true, but often humans forget. The bloodshot rage she could see, even though the Father's voice was as quiet and serene as he could muster. He would say: "Now you know we are going out tonight correct? To the movies, uhuh, and we actually want to have the automobile keys". She would dutifully go via the home. The Father would not follow. He would sit and watch TV with apparent nonchalance. If he communicated any additional tension than was bristling inside him, he would display emotions that would surely trigger a delay in that fantastic moment: "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy". The faint jingle jingle of metal on metal was singing by means of the hallway. And she appeared with a wide angle smile.
You Must Reason With A Daughter
The Father had organized the son's day. Calendared and corralled and outlined programs, games and projects for his son. As a male, life seemed fairly basic. Fathering seemed to be so. But, this daughter required everything explained. She necessary emotional reassurance. She required suasion, explanation, thorough "whyness". The "whyness", which is what he referred to as it was the continual streaming sentences that flow forth from the "Massive Daddy" as to why totally everything was happening the way it was happening.
Rocky Mountain High - Colorado
This experience was superb for both parties, and this summer this Daughter, this Female Libra, is marrying. The Father will sing "The Wedding Song" accompanying himself on his Fender acoustic guitar. On a mountain peak in a mansion he will ponder, as he sings the chorus..."And there is love". He will be thinking of the daughter twinkling at him in her elfin way (so short and so advanced), running around diaperless and listening to her early on speeches about the invalidity of his dominance over her. And when he is carried out with his song, he will thank God that he was a Remain At Home Dad for two and a half years for this Wonderful Classy Libra Female. The most effective career choice he ever made. Christofer French is the Founder of Astrologygetalong.com and is a Father of Four Grown Youngsters and Grandfather of Six.<!-- Edit Art three -->
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