7 Things My Husband Taught Me about Parenting

I like to think of myself as the “Super” parent between my husband and I. Some days, I am. Most days – HE is. I’m happy and proud that I can say that will complete sincerity and honesty. My kids are so incredibly blessed to have him as their father. And I’m incredible fortunate to have a husband who cares for our family the way he does.

So, in honor of Father’s Day – a list.

7 Things My Husband Taught Me About Parenting

Patience. Let’s face it, my husband is the more patient one between the two of us. He will sit through the intricate pieces of a princess Lego set, read the instructions and work on completing it for his little girl…only to have to torn to pieces in seconds.
All In. No, I don’t mean poker. He’s so good at just letting everything else wait and just enjoy being there with the kids. I’ve always got a running list of all the things that need to be done and planning for the next excursion to Target. He will sit on the floor with them to paint toe nails or roll cars around.
Diversion. Oh, he’s a jedi master at re-directing the kids’ attention to something else when they’re in the midst of a tantrum.
He’s easy breezy. I always seem to be moving at a frantic pace. He’s so much more laid back than I am. It goes well with #1.
Toddler Stylist. Let’s face it – some days I’m just happy Malia and Max have clean shirts on. He actually takes the time to make sure their clothes are neat and somewhat coordinated.
Let the kids explore. I won’t give him all the credit for this. I think I’m pretty good about giving the kids a sense of adventure. He gives them a little more independence. My hovering presence is far from discreet.
The 3 M’s. Mistakes, Messes = Memories. I get an idea in my head and sometimes I force that image on the kids. 98% of the time it goes exactly how I didn’t plan it. He rolls with the punches. He lets the mistakes happens. He isn’t affected by the messes and he embraces the memories we’re making anyway.