10 Things My Husband Is Better At Than I Am – Scary Mommy

10 Things My Husband Is Better At Than I Am

Oh shit, I thought to myself. No pun intended.

I have to say that it crossed my mind that I should run outside and hide, play dumb and pretend that I misunderstood or thought it was a joke. After all, no one came to my rescue when I found myself up shit creek without a paddle. But then I thought of my baby up there in the hands of my panicking husband, and I let the softer side of me win out. Fine. I’ll save his ass. Again.

It was sort of all worth it when I walked in and witnessed the epic fail that was in progress. It remains one of the most hilarious sights I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where he had gone wrong, but things had clearly gone south in a hurry. He looked helpless and desperate for my assistance, so I let him off the hook and took it from there.

It seems like dads often experience moments like this. Moments when the mom walks in all “expert level,” and the dad appears to be the hapless rookie sidekick. In fact, sometimes it seems this view is a product of the parenting culture that society (and possibly biology) has created. Mom is No. 1, the default parent, and dad is No. 2, the back-up parent. Today, to give props to my children’s father, I’m going to attempt to do something I never do. I’m going to admit that there are things that he is better at than I am. Anyone who knows me knows that this is quite the gift. I’m essentially giving my husband the equivalent of a pony or a tropical vacation. You’re welcome, dear. So, here they are, in no particular order:

1. He is better at “playing guys” with the action figures. I suck at playing guys. What are they supposed to do? What are they supposed to say? Is this truly a realistic plot line? I feel like we can do better. Let’s work on some character development here….I mean, what kind of guy is Batman really? My kids look at me with a mixture of confusion and pity. My husband, however, seems to get it. He and my kids fly those guys around—laughing and having a blast. He doesn’t even appear to hate it, and I feel like he really gets Batman, you know? And that means I don’t have to. So it really works out for everyone.

2. He seems fully oblivious to the nine zillion jobs in our house that need to be done while he is playing with the kids. Sometimes that really bugs me. But, sometimes I look deeper, and I know that it’s actually a great thing. There are times when I want my kids to have that kind of undivided attention, and I know that I can be of the adult ADD variety and struggle to give my full attention. I will see the laundry that needs putting away, dinner that isn’t cleaned up or the permission slip I haven’t filled out yet. My husband does not see these things. While he’s playing with the kids, he’s only playing with the kids. That’s a pretty cool thing.

3. He makes our kids’ weekend mornings with him cool and fun, like it’s the thing he’s been waiting for all week. He makes big breakfasts, and he lets the kids help (even though they usually flip pancakes onto the floor and get everything everywhere), and he’s never in a rush. I don’t love making a big breakfast. I dread cleaning up the mess. I usually want to beat it and get to the gym when I wake up, or get started with whatever I want to do that day. I appreciate that he has that little tradition with them—and I know they do too.

4. He never bails on our kids when he’s promised them something. Even when it’s a lot of work or it’s really inconvenient. To me, in a world that is littered with people who flake on you, that’s pretty awesome. I think it’s easy to become too busy or self-absorbed these days and fail to realize how much our kids look forward to small things. But when my husband says they can go fishing on a Saturday morning or get ice cream on a Friday night, he makes it happen no matter what. If he gives them his word, he keeps it. Ace move.

5. He can make sweet explosion noises, helicopter sounds and other things that make him a certifiable badass to our kids. Whoa! Mom! Dad sounds just like a T. Rex! I can’t do that stuff, and I’ve come to find out that kids really dig it. Sometimes I secretly try to make a cool engine sound in the shower, but it just sounds lame and unconvincing. I am fully convinced this is a weird ability that only men are born with.

6. He is good at wresting, tickling and hanging the kids upside down. He will shake them, spin them and fly them until they’re in tears from laughing like it’s their job. Sometimes, he runs around with one on his shoulders and the other on his back. I tried it once and dropped them and hurt my knees.

7. He is super patient. Patience is not a natural virtue of mine. I can dig deep and make it happen, but with him, it’s always right on the surface. I can be quick to correct behavior or attitudes that I don’t appreciate, but he is more likely to try to find a reason behind it. Sometimes when all I see is black or white, he finds the gray.

8. He’s quick to laugh and good at knowing what the kids will laugh at. He introduced our oldest child to America’s Funniest Videos one day long ago, and I have never seen a kid dissolve into hysterics like my son did. Now it’s kind of their thing at the end of a long day. Nothing is better than hearing laughter fill your house.

9. He is a uniquely talented car-packer. Every time we go away for the weekend, it looks like we’re moving to California. I am always amazed when the massive pile of stuff neatly disappears into the car. It’s like he’s a packing magician.

10. He is good at taking risks and letting the kids learn things that freak me out. He is the one I enlist to teach them dangerous, but awesome, new life skills. I cringe when watching things like the learning phases of skiing and bicycling. I’m happy once they’ve learned, but I definitely do not like witnessing the process. Seeing them wipe out, skin their knees, acquire bruises and goose eggs, that’s just not my jam—very counterintuitive. I like to show up after the first few lessons and see the shiny finished product without being exposed to the painful beginning. Plus, seeing me hyperventilating while I give them a thumbs-up sends a mixed message.

My better half spent his pre-kid free time flying planes after work, golfing, boating and attending professional sporting events as often as an ESPN correspondent. I’m sure on some days that life seems a lot more appealing than changing diapers and dealing with a wife who lives in yoga pants. However, he rarely complains or even seems to miss the days when his time was his own. To me, that’s a sure sign of a good man. In fact, his biggest fear these days is of our kids growing up too quickly. He’s mourning the loss of them being little before it’s even happened. The evolution of man to father is a crazy one to witness, and it’s pretty damn cool. So cheers to you, today and every day. I’m thankful and lucky to have you at our loud, messy table.