Head First

The other afternoon my husband and the kids were on the back porch playing while I got dinner ready in the kitchen.  I heard the kids giggling uncontrollably, and I smiled and chopped some vegetables and thought, “Ahhhh, perfection.”  And as the giggling continued to travel even deeper into their bellies, I decided to find out what was so funny. 

I leaned over and peaked out of the window and saw my husband teaching them how to go down the slide headfirst into a homemade ball pit.

I took a deep breath, counted to ten, then asked said husband to come inside for a minute.

I must have had “the look” on my face.

“What?!” he said, with the hint of a smile.

“Babe…” I said, while trying to project an are-you-SERIOUS look.

And in that moment I realized us Mamas and Dadas – well, we’re just different.

And thank goodness. Because if it weren’t for the Dadas, life would be all matching clothes and safe choices and balanced meals and following rules and staying clean. 

At least it would be that way in this house.

And yes, I know Dadas do play an essential part in child-raising and child-rearing and rule-making.

But…

In our house, it’s Dada who reminds us to have more fun. To say “Who cares?!” if the laundry needs to be folded or dishes need to be cleaned, pushing us out the door to spend the afternoon at the pool instead.   It’s Dada who will drop whatever he’s doing to say yes as the kids yell, “Outside! Outside! Outside!” It’s Dada who is willing to throw our son eight feet above his head over, and over, and over again as he giggles ferociously. (Ok, probably not eight feet, but it sure does look that way to me as I hold my breath and close my eyes on the sidelines.)

Sure, I help us stay on schedule and make sure everyone has their basic necessities and keep us organized and clean and fed and on-time.

And I love my family so much it hurts.

But I’m so thankful for Dada, who reminds us that it’s okay to push the boundaries and veer off course a little bit and let a to-do list go unchecked and slide into life headfirst, all in the name of getting the most out of every moment we’ve been given.

Cheers to the Dadas!

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Jessie Peele
Jessie is a happy-hour-loving, cupcake-eating, running-obsessed, reality-tv-addicted single mama, currently living in Carrollton, GA. She was born and raised in Columbia, SC, attended Clemson University (Go Tigers!), and taught elementary school for about ten years in Winston Salem, NC. Life brought her to Carrollton in January of 2014, and after four years in Georgia she's still getting used to living in a small town. Jessie was a stay-at-home mama for 3.5 years, but when life took an unexpected turn, she became a divorced mama who found her way back to the classroom. With three kids in tow (Cameron Kate, 7, Everette, 4, and Brooks, 2), she is now a full-time elementary school teacher and a part-time skincare business owner via Rodan + Fields. In the nooks and crannies of her day, she loves running (bonus if it's WITHOUT the stroller!), binge-watching on Netflix, baking and eating anything sweet, drinking a good craft beer/vodka cocktail/cold margarita, and blogging about all things mama-hood on her blog Cupcakes & Running Shoes: http://cupcakesandrunningshoes.blogspot.com/.

2 COMMENTS

  1. So very sweet. I always have to look the other way when daddy throws the little one up in the air! And you’re right – Daddys are different and it’s definitely a good kind of different.

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