By JACQUI PORTER
Hey you, yes, you.
The guy I met all those years ago, the guy I fell in love with. The guy I married under the blistering hot summer sun. The guy my kids call “Daddy”.
I just wanted you to know something. I notice.
Between the sleepless nights and the toddler tantrums, I guess I don’t say it as often as I should, but I notice.
I noticed that from the moment our boys were born, you were smitten. I saw the look of pride and adoration in your eyes as you took them for laps around the hospital corridor so I could sleep. Blissfully unaware of how you were falling more in love with them by the minute. They lay sleeping, snuggled in their little plastic boxes completely oblivious to the fact that your heart was exploding at the sight of them.
Just as an FYI, you should know that this post is sponsored by Mater Mothers’ Hospitals. But all opinions expressed by the author are 100% authentic and written in her own words.
I notice how protective you are of these little people, how no one in the world can touch them. How you would lay down your life to shield them from harm. I see you hover over them at the park, not wanting to get in the way of their learning and exploration, but at the same time, not allowing them to get hurt.
I notice how when they are sick, your mind is consumed. I hear you sneak out into the medicine cabinet at night and rub baby balm on their pyjamas to help them sleep. I hear you refilling the vaporiser and adjusting the heater to keep them comfortable.
I notice how you get up in the night, every night, even when they are not sick to check they are still warm under the covers. I know you tuck them in and tell them you love them, and I believe somewhere in their dreams they hear you.
I notice how to everyone else, you’re a tough guy. Sometimes a little intimidating and rough. You don’t take rubbish from anyone, and you’re not into pretenders and time wasters. I’ve never met anyone more blunt and direct than you. But to them, you are the biggest marshmallow in the world.
Top Comments
I love how my husband is with our two girls. Even though pre-daughters he hated pink and glitter and fairy wings, he still sits down with them to have a tea party wearing fairy wings.
What a beautiful post Jacqui. I notice how amazing my husband is with our two boys as well and it never fails to make my heart happy.