“My girls (now 8 & 10) are fortunate to have the best dad to walk the planet. Most people think that about the dads in their lives, but I know it’s true.
The girls have always wanted Dad to tuck them in bed – because he makes up stories about friendly monsters and plays virtual races with the kids, choosing one of our pets as contestants.
Included in this routine is Dad carrying each girl upstairs in the ‘hold’ of their choice – piggyback ride, potato sack (slung over one shoulder), upside-down foot hold (which is getting problematic for the tall, fast growing 10-year-old!), or baby (aka cradle) hold.
He almost always wakes up first, and carries each girl individually down to our bed where I snuggle them while he grabs me a coffee and gets them a quick donut or cereal before they get ready for school. He connects with these girls more than any other father I’ve ever seen. Hell, my kids barely even like me!
When Covid hit, early on before the shit hit the fan in Texas and each ICU was 100% full, our patient census declined due to stopping elective surgeries (and other things). My nursing hours were getting cut at the time, and we decided it would behoove the family’s finances for me to take a travel nursing job to one of the current hot spots out of state – 900 plus miles away.
I was gone for two months and he was suddenly a single parent in a pandemic. Handling homeschool, quarantine, meals, and a wifeon the front lines of a scary virus, etc. alone, all while maintaining the small essential business he owns.
Our two kids are so vastly different and he knows what each one needs at specific times. He recognizes the importance of their individuality and caters to that. I work a lot of nights and weekends (he has a regular 8-5 kinda job), and he’s always taking them on some sort of adventure while I’m working. Different parks, splash pads, roller skating, picnics, whatever.
I know lots of people who feel alone in this parenting gig, or who shoulder the majority of the responsibilities and workload. I’m fortunate to be in the trenches with one of the best, sharing and experiencing this wild ride 50/50. (I may even say 60/40, but I’m trying to give myself more credit 😆!)
The kids have morphed some random nickname for him into a truly one of a kind moniker. So he’s no longer dad, daddy or pop. He goes by the name Truna (true-nah), aka Trunes. A one of a kind name for a hell of a one of kind dad, and my girls are better for it. Love ya, Trunes.
– Misty Whitmire
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