Mothers Day is coming up in a few weeks and I just wanted to reflect on the women in our lives who tolerate us and make sure we don’t warp the kids too much. I think we all agreed we married up, like major league up. How lucky we are that we have found women who share our love, obsession and pure giddiness for all things Disney. Well, at least they tolerate it if they don’t understand it.
Where would be at without these women? I think our love for Disney would be different because we would not have a child’s eye to see it through and part of being a DisDad is sharing that joy. We need to remember not only to say “I Love You” but also “Thank You” for being patient and tolerant of us. I always joke that because my wife has to deal with me she will get to go to the front of the line in heaven while I essentially become like the WalMart greeter (you know never allowed all the way in). I am guessing I am not the only one who thinks this way.
Dads lets put some extra ummph in our effort for Mothers day this year. Let us show sincerity, imagination and of course a little Disney Magic to the women who help make us the DisDads we are!
Like many of my fellow DisDads part of my “Dad” responsibilities is reading to my daughters before bed time. I want to discuss something I think is just as important as reading is, it is sharing. Sharing stories and experiences with our children strengthens and develops our relationship in so many ways.
My daughters love to hear me tell the story of the day they were born. I could sell out and give the quick version, but this is an opportunity to connect with them. I give all the details of how the morning started like any other day with their mommy having a doctor’s appointment and me going to work. One things lead to another and we are at the hospital getting ready for their arrival. I add in funny things like when the nurse was taking me to the OR and she said DO NOT touch anything blue. I walk in and everything is BLUE except the orange chair I was to sit in that was apparently recycled from my elementary school in the 70’s.
They also love to hear my wife and I share stories of what we were like as children (the coolest of course…not). And of course, like good children they love to re-tell these embarrassing stories to other people and complete strangers when they get the chance. The point is that when we share ourselves like this with our children we are letting them know we were once in their shoes and we made it! I hope I never get bored telling them and they never bore of hearing the stories either. We are Dad’s and this is what we do! Our children are our greatest treasures and every moment is another jewel in my treasure chest (aye matie!..must say in best Captain Barbosa voice)