Daddies are sprinters, mommies are marathon runners. Is this true? In our house it seems to be. K is brilliant at coming in and playing with Anya. He is a great and welcome burst of energy, especially at the end of the day, when I am tired and really ready for some relief. But stars that shine bright burn out quicker, no? (any physicists in the room?) The feeling is that Kai is fantastic at the play and helping with stuff but in relatively short bursts.
Don’t get me wrong. He does, as I have said, take Anya for a couple of hours in the morning now, often. But even then, if you were to put a camera in the room, I suspect you’d find it is an exception that proves the rule: he will play with her for a bit, then go on his iPhone, go online etc. Again, I am not saying I don’t do other things while I have got her, I do… but my point is I am with her all day. All day. There is no switching off. I don’t get to let me mind wonder so much that I am not present for Anya. I don’t get to be bored of feeding her… or at least I don’t get to let boredom affect my actions.
I am not complaining, really I am not. I have just observed that, in taking care of a child, K will often start something and get bored and that made me muse about the fact that most mommies can’t. We have Duracell batteries in us. We just keep going, ‘cos our daughters and sons need us. Even if feeding isn’t as exciting as it was the first few times… Anya still needs to eat. And frankly I still enjoy feeding her.
So, I am just noticing the differences and marvelling at, again, how well we complement each other. Hooray for daddies! And hooray for mommies, too!!