Whoa-man

People talk a lot of smack about men, about husbands. When I was pregnant I read so many articles about how to “entertain” men. Meaning how to make them feel included in your pregnancy and in you, how to keep the romance alive, how to “train” them to be the father you’ve always dreamed of. Talk about pressure! Pressure on the men, pressure on the women!

Ladies, there are men, and then there are men. It’s not up to men for us to figure out which is which. When my husband gets up in the middle of the night to change, feed or nurse our son without my nudging, grizzling or groaning then yes I feel extremely grateful because I know there are men out there that just don’t do that sort of thing. But, there are men out there that just DO! These men don’t get enough mention. They are constantly over shadowed by the men that think that doing what their four fathers did before them is enough: it WAS enough.
Bringing home the bacon was enough when you were the only one doing it. But now the women are working full time and then taking ‘maternity leave’, a temporary leave to care for our children before we return to work. At which point we then take on the role as the working mother, trying to juggle a full time job and a family. Oh how we have evolved. But the men are evolving too. We don’t need to stand on the side line and clap and cheer like a bunch of over excited mothers watching our children pass the finish line, we just need to accept that men are catching on and catching up and that women of today have no need to settle for anything less than the best, and the best is totally realistic.

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