By HOLLY WAINWRIGHT
Dear People Who Judge My Partner,
Yes, clearly you were surprised to see a man.
A man at the play centre.
On a week day.
And he wasn’t on his iPad. He was actually playing. With his children.
Perhaps you couldn’t see that the reason he was crawling through that tunnel with all the kids was because he was trying to retrieve our runaway son who had become lost inside the jungle gym. I hope that’s why when he emerged, you glared at him and dashed into the play area to usher your kids away. You know what? You made him feel like he was doing something wrong. Which he wasn’t.
And that time he sat down next to you and your child at the movies and you didn’t realise that our daughter was right behind him? You didn’t really need to make a big deal about moving your kid a few seats away. You really didn’t.
I know. I know that some men do unspeakable things to children. I know that if any of those things have ever happened in your world, it is not something you can ever, ever, push out of your mind, or stop being vigilant about.
And I know that a little offence taken by a grown man, on the scale of the horrendous things that happen to little kids every day, is not A Big Deal.
But here’s a thing that is A Big Deal – we need dads to be involved with their kids. And we need to see them doing it.
We need to see good fathers. Good role models. We need to hold them up and show that in the tsunami of stories about child abuse, sexual assault, family violence and deadbeat dads, there are Good Men.
Lots and lots of Good Men.
Top Comments
Maybe the mums who were doing this have been molested as children. 1 in 5 women/girls have been attacked sexually so it's understandable that there are a lot of traumatized women out there.
My partner has sometimes been the sahd and complained about the difficulties of organising play dates because of his gender, especially when the kids changed schools.
For my part I loved it when we swapped roles. It was intriguing to me that we actually moved in completely different social circles at pickup time. He would talk this mum or that mum and I would have no idea who he meant.