I mentioned last night that our trip had renewed my appreciation for what Daddies add to a family. I was specifically thinking about our trip to the beach Saturday afternoon. It had been raining nonstop with tornado watches and warnings for 2 and a half days. The pool at the house where we were staying had literally been overflowing for 24 hours. When the sun finally started peeking through the clouds it was 2:30 on our final afternoon so we RUSHED to get to the beach as soon as possible.
We left our lunch spot, dashed back to the beach house, ran in to change into adult swimsuits while the children waited in the car. As a result, the Mommies were hastily grabbing the children's suits, sunscreen and towels. When we arrived at the beach and unloaded the van I realized' I had forgotten my camera, kids' beach toys, kites and sunglasses. Yet, somehow, the Daddies were loaded down with boogie boards, paddle ball sets, a volleyball, noodles, etc. Leave it to Daddies to have recreation completely in mind! I admit, I rolled my eyes at the boogie boards. Afterall, we had four 4 year olds with us who weren't quite sure what to make of the waves...and yet, the boogie boards (with the help of their strong Daddies) were the highlight of their afternoon.
Melinda and I are capable mothers. As surgeons wives, we spend more nights putting our children to bed alone than we do with help. Yet, the ride home with the presence of our husbands was INFINITELY smoother than the ride down. It is good for me to be reminded that although I am capable, things go so much better with my partner.
I confess it is a real struggle of mine trying to balance my ability to function as a 'single mom' most of the time with my desire to partner with my husband and defer to his leadership when he is home. I respect him greatly and view him as head of our household, but practically, he is frequently unavailable because of surgery. I must be able to be 'in charge' in those moments. Flipping that switch (well) at a moment's notice is something I have spent years praying about. I don't want to ever forget the importance of team work and partnership. God created men and women with such distinctly different gifts and roles.
My third reminder of the importance of the male perspective came last night. During dinner, R announced somewhat out of nowhere that "Satan sometimes tells me I am a dumb boy at night."
I told him that I was so glad He knew that was from the Enemy because the truth is that God had made him a very smart boy.
Later that night as I was discussing it with my husband and lamenting the condemnation humans were subject to even as children my husband spoke some levity into the situation.
"Did you ever think that maybe he just wanted to say 'dumb' (a bad word in our home) and knew he could only get away with it if he blamed it on the devil?"
I am so thankful God made men.