being home means the kids are used to seeing me all day, every day. when the end of the day comes and daddy walks in the door, there is always a multitude of smiles and squeals… all directed at him.
at first i was offended – we had always done equal parenting when i worked and the kids rarely showed favoritism. now that i was home, i was lowest on the totem pole! didn’t they remember who was there for them all day for everything???
then it hit me, he was like a toy they had lost and then found again, he is a novelty. he is more special because they don’t see him all day.
i admit, he is pretty great in general and especially when it comes to being a daddy. we are lucky to have him.
so, i guess daddy is king … although he claims he is a figurehead. i love that about him.