I have a dream that one day I will overhear two Dad’s discussing the pros and cons of controlled crying.
I have a dream that one day I will walk through my local park and see a circle of Dad’s and bubs singing Row, Row, Row Your Boat.
I have a dream that one day I will walk into story time and all of the Dad’s will join in the songs harmonising perfectly.
I have a dream that one day the growing army of Stay at Home Dad’s in my locale will acknowledge one another with more than a grunt.
I have a dream that one day the two Buggaboo’s that are biting at my ankles will be steered by two Dad’s power walking to an arts and crafts workshop with their little ones.
So let Dad’s hang out from the local cafes of St Kilda to the many good book shops of Elwood and the very nice but sometimes expensive toy shops of Balaclava. And when this happens, when dads just hang out together purely because they can we will be, erm, normal I suppose, normal at last! (rapturous applause ringing out in own head)
I felt a little bit like a revolutionary when I woke up this morning, somewhere between Che Guevera and Martin Luther King. And so after having my cornflakes, even revolutionaries have to eat, I set off about town sticking up little notes because that’s what revolutionaries do. I used some fancy stationary because we all know that men can’t resist nice paper and squeezed in above Natalie and her love of dogs.
“Stay at Home Dad’s Group
There seems to be a growing army of local Stay at Home Dad’s. I was wondering if anyone is keen to get together for a weekly catch up to talk sport and reminisce about the good old days. Do it for the kids!”
I left a suitably anonymous email address and I look forward to sifting through the wildly inappropriate emails I am bound to receive from the many colourful characters that call St Kilda home and pick out the odd interested Dad while I’m at it. Now I know that Martin Luther King was all about equality and essentially I’m talking about segregation but I could count on one hand the number of times I’ve witnessed two Dad’s pushing their prams together and that does not add up.
I see countless Stay at Home Dad’s every day and they seem to be breeding. With a long bleak winter ahead it seems silly not to try and make a little network of Dad’s that if they choose to can meet up, let their kids play together, have an adult conversation (or not) and be Dad’s together.
I will of course make them all sign a disclaimer stating that I can blog about it and divulge every little bit of gossip they give me on their wives, mistresses and secretaries just to keep you all in the loop, I would never go behind your backs #honorarymum. I’ll keep you posted.
As always linking up with Jess at Essentially Jess