Expecting the impossible
Someone just sent me an e-mail and it was a ‘wow moment’ when I read that. Who knows why, since it is darn obvious but still…it took a single e-mail.
I expect very little from my husband. I’m willing to give a lot and not expect much in return. Not that he doesn’t give in return but I don’t expect him to.
I expect much from the father of my children though. I expect him to be the kind of parent I am. I expect him to be the kind of father my dad is. I expect so much of him but I don’t tell him what my expectations are. I don’t give him the tools. I just have these unwritten expectations.
Oh I know how to tell him when I’m not happy with how he has reacted but does that really help? That is after the fact. When it has been said and done.
Women grow up with dolls in their arms. We read pregnancy and baby books before we even fall pregnant. We have a better chance at being a good parent, since we prepare for it. Long before we consciously know we are doing so.
Men don’t. They don’t ever prepare for being a father. It just happens. And then they don’t know what to do. No father magazine (not sure if they wouldn’t read it though!)
I must make a point of telling what I need for him to do. What I think our children need from him.
Maybe if he knew what to do, he would.