By: Emma Thompson
My journey as the “less-fun” parent began when my children were quite young. After a week filled with constant feeding, diaper changes, and the chaos of managing toddlers, I often craved some time away from my two little ones. Each Saturday morning, my devoted husband would whisk them away for a few hours, cheerfully announcing, “Let’s go have some fun, girls!”
As he gently pried my clingy, upset 3-year-old from my leg and took the baby in his arms, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. This time away meant I could recharge. However, it also highlighted my role as the less exciting parent—being at home with mom clearly wasn’t the same as the adventures with dad. I couldn’t deny that my patience wore thin after a week of motherhood; it’s no secret that many mothers find themselves feeling overwhelmed by the responsibilities of parenting. A recent article in the American Sociology Review supports this notion, revealing that mothers often engage in more “work” while fathers partake in the “fun” activities.
There’s little joy in preparing meals that end up on the floor or tackling mountains of laundry. The stress of nursing a baby while a toddler demands my attention was often too much to handle. The thought of preparing for an outing could take forever, especially if there was an unexpected diaper blowout. At the end of the week, I just wanted a moment to breathe and enjoy a quiet cup of coffee—I was in survival mode.
Those few hours without kids each weekend rejuvenated me, but by Monday morning, the chaos of parenting returned, and I found myself stressed and lacking in fun again. I longed to reclaim my fun-loving self, the girl who danced until dawn and took spontaneous road trips. Yet, my husband naturally embraced the role of the fun parent, leaving me to wonder what kind of parent I was becoming.
Reflecting on my role, I realize that while I may not be the adventurous one, I serve a different purpose. After those morning breaks, I was eager to hear about my daughters’ escapades, listening intently to their stories with excitement and empathy. I became their safe space, the one they turned to for comfort and understanding. If my husband could be the one they skied mountains with, I was the one they came home to—the Home Base Parent.
Now, with a teenager, a tween, and a 5-year-old, my connection with my daughters has deepened. Parenting may be challenging, especially with the mix of ages I’m navigating, but I strive to fulfill my role. My girls often come to me with their serious questions or concerns, seeking comfort in my presence. This bond is something I wouldn’t trade for all the adventures in the world.
While my husband continues to be the fun one, his role has shifted as the girls grow older and spend more time with friends. Fortunately, he knows how to bring out my inner fun as well, so don’t be surprised if you catch me dancing on tables at a local bar!
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In summary, my husband may be the fun parent, but I am proud of my role as a supportive and nurturing presence in our daughters’ lives. Parenting is a balance, and I embrace the unique way I connect with my children.