From a Dad's ViewWe All Want to Change the World
Liesl plays on the front porch picking up books, spinning, trying to coax a song from me. "Hey daddy, hey. Can you sing some more?" she coos, "Hey daddy, hey!" She favors this drill. Punching buttons until I respond. "Hey . . . hey." Iım trying to write this while thinking of some type of diversion. Just a moment's peace. "Hey hey, daddy!" Where are your children? School? Daycare? In the other room? A loaded question, sure. While Bette was pregnant with our soon-to-be three year old I'd asked myself variations of this question. Who will take care of my baby? Should we put her in daycare? Hire at-home daycare? A nanny? I couldn't face turning her out into the world so young, pink and defenseless.. We decided to manage things differently, to our thinking anyway. A marketing vice president at a multi-billion dollar company, Bette is voluntarily and happily swimming through corporate waters. She thrives in her chosen environment, with my encouragement and total support. After the baby arrived and we were off and running, our course become apparent to us. I would manage this baby thing. I'd take care of Liesl. I will be daycare. I will be at-home daycare and nanny, too. We'll save on money, not really accounting for lost income from my at-home effort.
Bringing Up Baby My secret thoughts, long-dormant reformist hopes and dreams would be channeled into my child. She would surely be dynamic, a savvy technologist, perhaps a new kind of documentarian. At the least, a celebrity. There'll be music, and reading, and dancing, and straight talk and absolute attention. She'll be fully integrated into our lives, early. We will shine and people will point to us and whisper in admiration and envy. I took on the task. I am young and oh so powerful. Climb aboard my little one, my small family, and I will walk us to the future. I learned very quickly.
John Lennon Showed Me the Way So when faced with the enormous issues and complexities of crafting the right home environment for Liesl, I stepped aside and let Bette have the inside career track. I watched her accelerate, a bit enviously, I admit, but I stayed home and tended to the nestling. Our compromise was the house. We bought a rambling house with too much yard, next to the downtown area where Bette works. This will be my job we agreed. I'll fix up the house, my fate sealed.
When She Makes More We're defined by what we do, whether at work or in the world at large. That's a fact. The heavy lifter, the bacon bearer is king or queen at home, the office, or most anywhere. We measure success by some alchemical market capitalization. You make this much money, so you get that much slack and appreciation. Bringing up a baby doesn't generate much revenue and when I went into this stay-at-home thing I forgot to figure in the fact that John Lennon was very, very rich. I rely on Bette for money. Sure, I have and even like, money. But it pales in comparison. These nuances can throw you. For me, it's like the college days all over again. Empty wallet. Rifling through pockets for change or asking, "uh, Bette, Iım meeting friends out and . . . oh, sure, thanks, thatıs plenty!" Humbled.
Free Your Mind Instead Oddly enough, Bette and I rarely have any clashes over cash flow. She makes much more money than I do at the moment and in return I take the time she's given me and invest it into her and Liesl. And myself. We constantly review our goals, make adjustments. I appreciate Bette's efforts. I can see on her face the sacrifice it takes to commit to a career and then to carve out mother space. It helps her enormously that Liesl has poppi at home. I know this when Bette calls at 7 p.m. and says that she'll be a bit late from the office, has to get a coupla more things done. That feeling we had of somehow abandoning our child to the world is lessened by my attendance. Call it compromise. Call it circumstance. Call it the way.
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David Pereyra is a stay-at-home dad and the other half of a BlueSuitMom.
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