Like Father, Like Son

"Fathering is not something perfect men do, but something that perfects the man." - Frank Pittman

My husband holding Roman hours after he was born. It's the proud dad smile for me.

From the first moment my husband met our son Roman, he was in love. We had been together for about 15 years, and I don't think I ever saw him so proud in all those years, as he was when holding Roman for the first time.

And it was that moment, I fell even more in love with him.

Falling in Love is Easy, Staying in Love is a Challenge.

My husband is by far more patient than I am. He is always cool, calm and collected, and for the most part of the beginning of the pandemic and our son's birth that was the case. But, after a while I think the stress of the pandemic started to get to him... along with the intensity and frequency of my son's tantrums.

I've described my son's tantrums in a previous blog. But around the age of 18-months, things got really stressful. He would throw himself on the floor, scream at the top of this lungs, kick, punch and even try to gouge my husband's eyes... not to mention banging his head on the object closest to him.

So to call it a challenge, is being kind. But no matter how many times he may have lost his patience, his unconditional love for our son always brought him back around.

When Daddy is Life.

I want to give you an example of the absolute pure love between my husband and son.

My husband, frustrated and feeling defeated after two days of multiple, intense temper tantrums from our now two-and-a-half-year-old. Half from being told no, the other half from being so frustrated because he's unable to communicate his needs.

My husband, lost his patience, and raised his voice, to which I told him to go take a break. He did so. I put our youngest to bed, while my mother-in-law sat with our oldest in his room.

After putting my youngest to bed, I tried talking to my very frustrated husband who expressed that he often just felt like everything was piling up, and piling on him. He felt restrained by our son's behavior, and hopeless in trying to fix it.

I then went to my son's room where he and my mother-in-law sat. When I opened the door, the light was off, the sound machine on, Roman was ready for bed. He walked out of the room, searching for my husband, who typically puts him to bed because of my work schedule.

He climbed into my husband's emotionally overwhelmed arms, and put his little head on my husband's shoulder. The two hugged, and off to bed my son went.

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