I would never say that a woman is a better parent than a man.
And within ten years, no one was talking about how blondes have more fun. <--
But, when it comes to being a parent, I think women are probably better at being mothers.
Let me explain...
Try this: picture someone who is described as “fatherly”. Or imagine how the word “fatherly” is used.
Usually the word would be used in the context of “fatherly advice” which would be a father figure sitting and handing down words of wisdom much like Moses did (but probably without the big tablets coming down the mountain) ...
“Never trump your partner’s Ace.”
I picture a Fred McMurray or Dick Van Patton fatherly figure giving insight and advice. He’s usually smoking a pipe and wearing slippers. He sets his newspaper down and looks pensive before he speaks. He probably won't give you a hug, but the warmth radiates from him nonetheless.
(Which makes me wonder if there are any good Father Figures on tv today. Is there anyone on tv in a fatherly role that you would want to turn to for advice? -- Charlie Sheen in “Two and a Half Men”? – Yuk! Michael C. Hall in “Dexter”? -Yipes! And look at all of the characters with Daddy issues in “Lost” – Jack, Sawyer, Kate, Ben, Locke, Hurley, Michael & Walt! Where have all the good fathers gone?!?)
But do the same thing with the word “motherly” and it’s images of caring and nurturing and acceptance.
My soon to be 10 year old son, Gee, was incredibly ill yesterday. High fever, headaches, throwing up – the whole Technicolor mess.
My wife had to head into work for the day so I stayed home with him.
"Don't worry, you'll feel better soon," I said.
"We have an appointment to see the doctor at 11:45. You'll feel better after we see the doctor."
And as he was puking his stomach contents out, I was saying to him, “Don’t worry, it all has to come out. You’re doing fine.” And back to what was obviously my favourite line: "You’ll feel better soon.”
The sad thing was that over and over he kept asking me if I was mad at him. And honest to god I wasn’t. I was worried. But my concerns must have looked like anger and frustration. And again I said something fatherly like “You’ll feel better soon. You just have to get that stuff out of your system.”
His mum phoned to see how he was doing and I told her we had a doctor's appointment. I then put Gee on the phone and he cried as he was talking with mother because he just felt so horribly sick. And my wife told me that she was leaving work and she would meet us at the doctor’s office and then came back home afterwards.
Doctor saw him. It's strep throat. We get the medicine. We all come home.
Later that afternoon, after the medicine kicked in, Gee fell sound asleep in his mum’s arms. He looked secure, safe and at peace. He looked like all good boys should look in the comfort of their mother’s arms.
That night, reviewing the day’s worth of medicine, vomiting, fever and pain, my wife said to me, “The doctor once told me that sometimes the best medicine is just being held.”
But my wife wanted to be there to see it through. Not because I couldn’t do it, but she just felt that she had to be there for her own peace of mind.
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