By: Wendy S. Marcus
I was greeted with:
“I haven’t gotten any mail, probably because you’re so busy on the computer, writing your book.”
I cannot catch a break, even when she is away at summer camp! I replied, “I’ve written at least six letters and sent you a package.” (At that point she’d been away for four weeks, and I’d been away at a writing conference for one week of that. But I’d made sure to mail her a letter a week before she left for camp so she’d have one waiting when she got there. Did she mention it? No.)
He was greeted with:
“Hi, Daddy.” She ran to him and gave him a big hug and a kiss. “I made you a mug in ceramics.”
And I started to stew. “Why aren’t you giving daddy a hard time?” I couldn’t keep myself from asking. “How many letters did he write you?” One. One lousy letter. And I know this because I had to nag him to write it. And I addressed it, stamped it, and mailed it.
My daughter shrugged, took my husband’s hand, and they walked off to begin our ‘fun’ family day. I have to admit, it took me a good half hour before I could even mutter the word fun. Why did my husband get off so easy? Why didn’t she get on him the same way she did me?
Does this ever happen in your house? Do your children expect more from you than they do from their daddy? And how do you handle it? I bet better than I did! Please comment by clicking on the number beside the title of this post.
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