One day, when my daughter was about six months old, I left her at home with her father and went to visit my parents. My dad, who quickly began to see me and my daughter as a two-for-one combo as I rarely went anywhere without her, made a comment that has stuck with me to this day:
“You know, Tara,” he said, “you’re really lucky to have a husband who will stay home and watch your daughter while you’re gone.”
To this I replied: “She’s his daughter. Why wouldn’t he watch her if I go out?”
“Some guys just won’t,” he said. “Sad but true.”
To me, it wasn’t a big deal. Watch your daughter while I run some errands. But to my father, my husband just vaulted himself into the Father of the Year category for doing something so simple.
But after talking to my friends and their relationship woes the past couple of days and I’m beginning to agree. Out of all the moms I know, only a handful are married or have the father in their lives. Half of them don’t even know where the guy is, as he stopped returning calls shortly after he learned he was going to be a daddy.
What is the difference between the men who leave and the men who stay? Why is there a set of men out there who would rather leave than stick around and help raise a child that is half their DNA? How can they leave knowing that there is a child who will miss out on knowing the entire other half of his life story?
So men, I’m asking you: How did you know you were ready to be a dad? Why did you stay? When did you know you were officially a dad, not just someone’s father?