Let’s start with the difference between father’s day and mother’s day. On mother’s day, I slept in while Matt got everyone breakfast. He knew he was expected to prepare dinner as well. At church, the women were pretty much given the day off while the men taught basically every class and gave every talk, which in my opinion was a little excessive, but I’m sure everyone enjoyed a break.
So, today it’s father’s day, and guess what? I slept in while Matt got everyone breakfast. He had even given Mary a bath by the time I got up. I’m pretty sure all of the men aren’t being given the day off at church either. I will, however, be making Matt a special dinner, though he’ll do the meat since I’m a little shy about operating the grill. The banana cream pie will make it all worthwhile though, don’t you think?
Why the vast inequity? Why do mothers (or me, at least) think that mother’s day should be a day off from mothering, while fathers are expected to father on father’s day? Well, the answers are probably somewhat obvious, but I wondered if anyone else has noted these differences. Any thoughts?
Now that that important discussion is out of the way, let me take a moment to gush about the fabulous fathers in our family:
Matt, who is willing to do Disneyland with two strollers.
Grandpa Hall, who takes grandkids for streetrides on his classic tractor.
Grandpa Kent, who we miss like crazy.