by Aimee Genter-Gilmore, PQ Monthly
Let me tell you, I am spent. The last year, with a pregnant partner, a birth, the loss of my last job, a wedding, and everything in-between… I can’t even begin to do the next post about our wedding. Just rest assured that we have some fabulous photos to share… soon.
This week, Hubris reared its ugly head (once again). You see, my main activity each day is to find something to do in-between naps. Sometimes we go to meetings with my clients, sometimes we run errands, sometimes we go have lunch with mommy at her work. A few days ago, we went to visit a friend and her 18-month-old baby. Before we left for the visit, she let me know that her daughter had a runny nose and if I wanted to meet in a park, or somewhere “safer,” she would totally understand.
Well, that huffy old monster that lives inside me, Hubris, huffed and said “Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” I’m not sure, but I think stinky ol’ Hubris really thought “My boy is too strong and willful to catch your daughter’s pathetic little cold.” And so we played.
Truthfully, I was so happy to see those two finally playing together. It was something my friend and I had fantasized about long before either of us had babies. And we had been waiting, patiently, for Oscar to get big enough to “play” and then finally there they were… two peas in a pod. It was adorable. So I do not regret letting my little boy play with his new friend. Not one bit. But…
The next day, he started with the little sniffles and coughs. Hubris thought, “Surely it’s just a little dust or something. My boy is much too strong to catch a wimpy little cold.”
And then the next day, he was so stuffed up that he couldn’t breathe out of his nose. And then Hubris was nowhere to be found to blame. The blame was all on me.
It was then that I felt like a huge jerk.
He can breathe through his nose again. And his cough has settled down. And this was yet another lesson learned, thanks to the arrogance of Hubris.
So while I sit here in my corner, feeling like a bad mommy, let’s fly over to Germany to talk about a really cool dad:
“My five year old son likes to wear dresses,” says German dad Nils Pickert.
Back when he lived in West Berlin, it was certainly a conversation-starter, but not much more than that. Now, however, Pickert and his son live in a “very traditional” South German village where his son’s predilection for dresses is the talk of the town.
“I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts,” Pickert tells the German feminist magazine EMMA. “He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself.”
Have a great Labor Day weekend, everyone!