Seriously, what does that really mean? It’s simple. You’re either a dad or you’re not. You either father your children or don’t father them. You can’t be a “half” father. I honestly didn’t think such a term existed. Fatherhood takes on many faces, many looks.
Some dads live with their kids, others don’t. Some dads work a 9 to 5 job, but others are stay at home dads. Then you have the dad that works abroad away from his family because that may be the only means of providing for them.
I can’t come to a conclusion that one situation is more ideal than another. Its all relative. Dads are dads and the fruit of their fatherhood will shine through in-spite of, well, whatever the situation may be.
So no, you are not a part-time dad because you don’t live with your kids, or if you only see them a couple of times a year because of distance.
That being said, I am a part-time dad (you knew this plot twist was coming right?).
It’s strange though. I never thought I was. I always saw myself as an amazing dad. I’d be there for my kids whenever they needed me. Teaching them the true principles of life, as a good father should.
Even though I worked a 9 to 5 job, I never once saw myself as a part-time dad.
Doing movie nights on Friday’s and making breakfast Saturday morning (pancakes and bacon of course). Telling stories before bed, and waking up to serve the all too familiar “glass of water” request at midnight.
Even though I worked a 9 to 5 job, I never once before saw myself as a part-time dad.
That is until my trip to Chicago over the Summer.
A typical working dad will probably spend on average daily 1 hour in the morning with his kids (barely) and roughly 3 hours in the evening after work. So thats 4 total hours daily and 20 for the week.
Weekends are about 14 hours for each day, give or take a couple hours here and there.
It was hard. Very hard.
But it didn’t begin that way. As with every road trip, the excitement and anticipation seem to overtake the the trip itself. I couldn’t wait to get away for a few days with the ‘fam’ and explore one of North America’s largest cities.
Why were these kids so annoying with every little thing they did?
Everything was going amazing, that is until “regular life” snuck up and took over our trip. The crying, the screams, diaper changes, feeding, changing clothes, baths, answering questions, breaking up fights – all things that turn the wonder and awe of a vacation into mad house.
This was new to me.
I didn’t know how to handle hours and hours and hours of “regular life” with kids (I know that sounds strange, but follow me here and keep reading). I knew how to handle 14 hours on a Saturday with small breaks in between or 3 hours on a Monday evening, but 56 hours straight???????!!!!!!
This wasn’t my forte. But why wasn’t it? Why were these kids so annoying with every little thing they did? I wanted to be understanding because they were my kids. I wanted to understand my wife who kept saying to me, “This is how it is in the daytime.” I wanted to be understanding, but I still hated that statement with a passion.
But it was the truth, like she read it straight out of The Bible. “This is how it is.” And up to this point I was oblivious to it.
It’s strange how it happened, but I’m glad it did. This trip showed me how much of a part time dad I had been and revealed to me that I lacked a lot of what it takes to truly be an exceptional parent. Although some might say the fact that I realize it now already makes me one.
Do you ever feel like a part-time dad?