Call me what you like. Old-fashioned will do. Some old fashions are good.
Just came across ludicrous headline about Prince William coming off “paternity leave”. Paternity leave? Give me a break. The last thing a freshly baked mother needs is a man on paternity leave or “nappy duty”. What is this shit? Equality gone bonkers. All a baby needs is a mother, a breast, peace and quiet. All a new mother needs is a husband who brings home the bacon and leaves well alone.
In that I was lucky: FOS (father of son) and I had a traditional marriage. There was no question of him getting up at night (he had a job to do next morning, remember?) or changing any nappy or anything. The only nappy he had to change was when I had to go to hospital for brief intervention. Day job as it were. Unfortunately an accident pulled all doctors away so I had to stay overnight. Sobbed. Told nurse that I needed to be there for my baby. Felt complete prat when she asked me how old the “baby”. Fifteen months. She raised a brow. Yeah, well. Laugh if you must. Had never been parted from him. Never mind the nappy. Phoned FOS giving him rudimentary instructions as to how. He told me they’ll survive. They did. How I do not know. But they did. However, and do take note: When, next morning, post op and on picking me up, I inquired as to how the nappy changing went he said: Fine. Yes, fine. Brilliant. Just a little whee. Nothing to write home about. Makes me laugh to this day: No sooner had we set foot into the door the Angel delivered that which he didn’t want to do to his father. Yup. The works. A full nappy. I still feel flattered. Keep the goods for Mama.
Yes, so Dads out there. Go and do what you do best: Keeping mother and baby safe by making the money. Mums out there. Do what mothers do best: Look after the brood. Fathers will come into their own, say, by the time your kid is about three. Playing. Horsing around. Sitting underneath a tree in the garden sucking Mama’s ice lollies – home made.
Stop so called equality going nowhere.