In our family, Father’s Day meant as much to the kids as Mother’s Day. Mr H cut a very hands-on fatherly figure in both Z’s and X’s lives.
He was always there when they fell, because I didn’t believe in over coddling.
He was always there when they fell sick too, because I could not always get the time to take leave or worse, when I was straddling a part time MBA or when I had to travel for work.
He was always there to clean their mess, literally and figuratively.
He was always there to wipe their tears, their boogers, their dirty hands and of course, the poo-filled diapers.
He was always there to teach them how to play soccer, tennis and more.
Sometimes he even stood in to cook porridge or simple meals.
He could handle both kids without a sweat because he knew them as much as I knew them.
He prioritized family time above all, as with how I prioritized the family above all too.
For that, he made an awesome father (and husband).
Happy Father’s Day, Mr H! Thank you for loving all of us!