My Week as Mr. Mom
Last week, Anita went back to her old job on a temp basis, and since my mom was out of town, I was left on full-time daddy duty during the day, or, as the 80′s movie would call it, I spent the week as Mr. Mom. Because I’m a Twitter junkie, I spent the week sharing my experiences with the world, hash tagging everything with #mrmomweek. As I look back on the week, here are a few observations and thoughts:
Appearing Great and Being Great Aren’t the Same
- On the surface, I’ve always looked like a great dad. I’m good with Robbie, he loves being around me, and it’s not uncommon for me to be found on the floor with him at church, in a store, or where ever we might happen to be when we’re out and about. The problem is that “out and about” part. Last week I had this sudden revelation that, all too often, I only do those things when we’re “out and about”. At home I’m always working, or reading, or watching the game, or doing whatever else. In other words, I’ve looked great, but all too often, I haven’t been great, because I was only great when others were watching. Last week forced me to be great because there was nobody else to spend that time with him, and I refused to just park him in front of the TV all week.
- This brings me to my second point.
SAHMs Get the Cultural Shaft
- What’s SAHMs, you ask? I said the same thing the first time I saw the acronym mentioned on Twitter. It stands for Stay At Home Moms, you know, that dying breed of women who’ve decided to focus on being great at raising their family and managing their home rather than focusing on career or trying to juggle all of the above.
- I use the term “dying breed” with some hesitancy because it implies a tone that will raise the ire of many, so let me clarify a bit. I realize that some women need to work, primarily single mothers. While I’m sure there are some other cases, I struggle to buy the argument most of the time. Sure, the extra income might be needed to pay the mortgage or make the car payments, but does the family really need a house of that size or cars that new? Let’s just be honest and say that most of the time, the extra income is to fulfill monetarily obtained wants, to try and get rid of debt, or is part of the woman’s quest for personal fulfillment. Now, there’s no judgement here towards dual income families, I get the wants, I get the debt, and I get the quest, I just think we should be honest about the why of the second income.
- Now that we’re being honest, let me highlight the why of the tone behind “dying breed” … the hostility towards the women who chose to be SAHMs. I don’t get it, and I get it even less after last week. For years I’ve heard various forms of the expression, “Just a housewife.” or “Just a stay at home mom.” and, based purely on what I witnessed as the child of a woman who decided to stay at home, thought, “There’s nothing ‘just’ about it.” Now, after having lived it for a week, I’ll say it with far more fervor, because I’ve never had a week at work (with the possible exception of when I was student teaching) that was as challenging as the one I spent exclusively being a great dad … not the weeks I’ve written and preached three or more sermons, not the weeks I’ve put in 100 pus hours, not even the week I was woken up at 4am to consol children whose father had just died.
- Think about it, here I was, for a single week, doing nothing more than what hundreds of thousands of moms have done year in and year out for generations with virtually no recognition or appreciation, and yet I think it’s so novel and such a big deal, that I’m compelled to share clips from throughout the day with the world (and, if I’m going to be totally honest, feeling like I deserve all kinds of kudos for it). Being a great parent, all day, every day, is the hardest job I can imagine and SAHM’s get grief for doing it. Talk about the cultural shaft.
I’m Not Built to Be a SAHMM (Stay at Home Mr. Mom)
- As I finish up this post I’m sitting in Denver International Airport getting ready to head to England and Germany for two and half weeks so I can begin my doctoral work. While I already miss both Anita and Robbie, part of me feels like I need these next couple weeks to not only recover from last week (I could tell this morning that my patience was completely worn out), but also, in some way, to exert a tremendous about of creative energy that had little outlet last week because all of my time was spent with Robbie (I say little because, when Anita got home, I did have a chance to do a bit of work).
- In other words, God’s gifted me to do certain things, and many of those things, like preaching, teaching, and writing require extensive amounts of time spent in study and creative thought. However, those things can’t happen when you’re spending all day, every day, being a great parent. If I’m going to use the gifts God’s given me, well, it makes being a SAHMM impossible. That being said …
I Can Still Be A Great Dad (and Husband) Without Being a SAHMM
- Now, at a far greater level than me, Anita is built to be an all day, every day, kind of parent, but that doesn’t preclude her from having other gifts that are simply impossible to use while watching Robbie (music would be a prominent example). Now, if, after a single week of SAHMM I felt like I needed two and a half weeks of intensive gift usage just to balance out the scales, how must Anita feel when she’s not able to use her variety of gifts that demand some “her time” week in and week out?
- As I think about this, I now see opportunities to love and serve two people rather than one. First, Robbie needs to be loved and served by a daddy who is a great daddy, not just in public, but in private as well. He needs a daddy who will turn off the game and play, or do a puzzle, or read a book. Moreover, Anita needs time away from Robbie so she can focus on using her other gifts, gifts that will, in turn, bless others, which means, by being a great daddy and spending quality time with Robbie, I’m also, at least in one way, being a great husband by giving Anita a chance to use her gifts.
I wish it hadn’t taken a week of Mr. Mom to make all these connections, but there they are. By the way, here are some pictures from my adventures with Robbie last week. Enjoy.


