In the early days of our parenting journey, my partner and I naturally settled into specific roles that have endured through the years. As the primary caregiver at home, I have become intimately acquainted with our children’s routines, quirks, and preferences. I’m the one who sets bedtimes, determines if dessert is warranted, and monitors screen time. Meanwhile, my partner has a knack for turning playtime into a whirlwind of excitement, spinning the kids around and engaging them in epic battles of Frogger and imaginative adventures like “Airplane Zoo Driver” (trust me, don’t ask).
Whenever I leave town, the dynamic shifts dramatically. The kids snuggle up with their dad in our bed, organizing indoor volleyball tournaments and engaging in seemingly endless tickle fights. In contrast, when my partner is away, our household operates with a consistent rhythm. Bedtimes remain unchanged, homework is completed before any screens come on, and the kids generally keep themselves entertained. In essence, I don’t really engage in play.
Initially, this division of roles as the Fun Parent and the Other Parent bothered me—not because I resented my position, but because societal expectations seemed to suggest that being the less fun parent was somehow lacking. The high-energy, boisterous play that my partner excels at doesn’t come naturally to me, which I mistakenly viewed as a flaw. I often questioned, “What parent doesn’t enjoy playing with their kids?” This self-doubt felt like a nagging itch, a reminder that I wasn’t fulfilling some ideal of parenthood.
However, I’ve recently begun to embrace my parenting style. Sure, I’m the one calling out “bedtime in five minutes!” while the kids dissolve into giggles over their inside jokes from a show, and I’d rather endure a root canal than engage in even a minute of Airplane Zoo Driver. But I happily join them for Just Dance, spend hours coloring, and play 20 rounds of Candy Land in a row.
I’ve come to appreciate the profound joy that arises from stepping back and observing their fun rather than jumping in. Just the other night, after we picked up my partner from the airport, the kids eagerly asked him to play hockey in the driveway. The evening air was crisp, and though it was getting dark, I voiced my concerns. “It’s too cold and late,” I said.
“Really?” my partner replied, feigning disappointment. I whispered my true intention, “I was just trying to give you an out to settle in, but go ahead if you want.”
While they played outside, I busied myself with reheating dinner. Through the window, I watched the three of them together. I contemplated joining them but chose to stay inside, observing instead. From this vantage point, I noticed details I would have missed if I’d jumped into the fray. I saw the admiration in my younger child’s eyes as he looked at his father and recognized how my older child tested his limits uniquely with him. Most importantly, I noticed the sheer joy radiating from my partner’s face without the distractions of my involvement.
In these moments, I can appreciate the scene like soothing balm on irritated skin, reflecting on how rewarding it is to embrace my role rather than compare it to someone else’s.
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In summary, embracing my role as the less exuberant parent has led to unexpected joys, allowing me to witness precious moments between my partner and our children from a unique perspective.