A father's job is unique.
If parents had job descriptions mine would read: organize bills, playmates, laundry, meals, laundry, carpool1, laundry, snacks, outings and shopping, and laundry.
The only thing on my husband's description would be the word fun written in big red letters along the TOP. Although he is a selfless caregiver and provider, our children think of him more as a combination of a jungle gym2 and bozo3 and clown.
Our parenting styles compliment each other. His style is a nonsTOP adventure where no one has to worry about washing their hands, eating vegetables, or getting cavities4. My style is similar to Mussolini5. I'm too busy worrying to be fun. Besides, every time I try, I am constantly outdone by my husband.
I bought my children bubble gum flavored toothpaste and I taught them how to brush their teeth in tiny circles so they wouldn't get cavities. They thought it was neat until my husband taught them how to rinse6 by spitting out water between their two front teeth like a fountain.
I took the children on a walk in the woods and, after two hours, I managed to corral7 a slow ladybug8 into my son's insect cage. I was cool until their father came home, spent two minutes in the backyard, and captured a beetle1 the size of a Chihuahua9.
I try to tell myself I am a good parent even if my husband does things I can't do. I can make sure my children are safe, warm, and dry. I'll stand in line for five hours so the children can see Santa at the mall ?? or be first in line to see the latest Disney movie. But I can't wire the VCR1 so my children can watch their favorite video.
I can carry my children in my arms when they are tired, tuck them into bed, and kiss them goodnight. But I can't flip2 them upside down so they can walk on the ceiling or prop3 them on my shoulders so they can see the moths4 flying inside of the light fixture2.
I can take them to doctor appointments, scout5 meetings, or field trips to the aquarium3, but I'll never go into the wilderness6, skewer4 a worm on a hook, reel in5 a fish, and cook it over an open flame on a piece of tin foil6.
I'll even sit in the first row of every Little League game and cheer until my throat is sore and my tonsils7 are raw8, but I'll never teach my son how to hit a home run9 or slide into first base10.
As a mother I can do a lot of things for my children, but no matter how hard I tryI can never be their father.
当爸是件无人能替代的活儿。
假如为人爸爸妈妈有职务简述的话，我的职务简述将会包含如下内容：管理账单和孩子们的玩耍同伴、洗衣、做饭、洗衣、安排与人合伙用车、洗衣、筹备小吃、安排短途旅游、购物、洗衣。
我先生的职务简述是在上端用红色写出的两个大字乐子。尽管他无私地给予孩子们百般关爱，尽其所能为他们提供所需，大家的孩子们更多的时候还是把他看作攀缘游戏架、大傻瓜和小丑的三合一。
大家两个为人爸爸妈妈的风格是互补的。他的风格是持续持续的探险，在这过程中，无人需要操心孩子是否洗手了，是否吃蔬菜了，或者是否会长蛀牙。我的风格则类似墨索里尼的执政风格。我太忙了，为这操心，为那操心，哪儿顾得上找什么乐子。再者，每次我试图逗孩子们高兴，我一直被我先生比下去。
我给孩子们买来带泡泡糖香味的牙膏，教他们怎么样用牙刷转圈儿刷牙以免得蛀牙。他们觉得那样刷挺好玩，直到有一天我先生教他们怎么样漱口从两颗门牙间把水喷出来。他们发现这才叫好玩。
我带孩子们到小树林里去散步，两个小时后，我很不容易才逮住一个迟钝的瓢虫放进我儿子的虫笼里。在他们眼里我是够酷的，直到他们的爸爸回家，在后院里只花了两分钟，便捕获了一只有奇瓦瓦小狗那样大的甲虫！
我劝慰自己我是个好母亲，尽管我先生能做的事情我做不了。我可以确保我的孩子们是安全的、暖和的、干干爽爽的。我可以排队等5个小时，让孩子们在大商场里看到圣诞节老人或者第一个排队让孩子们看最新的迪斯尼影片。但我不会给录像机接上电线，好让孩子们看他们喜欢的录像。
当孩子玩累时，我可以把他们抱到床上，亲吻他们，送他们进入梦乡。但我没办法让他们头冲下，那样他们可以脚踏天花板漫步；或者把他们扛在我的肩膀上，让他们看飞蛾怎么样在灯具里飞舞。
我可以带他们去看大夫，参加童子军集会，或者带他们去参观水族馆，但我永远也不会进入荒郊野地，在鱼钩上挂上虫饵，钓上一条鱼，然后把鱼用锡纸包起来在明火上烤着吃。
我甚至可以出席每一场少年棒球联合会的比赛，坐在第一排呐喊助威，直到我的嗓子喊疼了，我的扁桃体发炎了，但我永远没办法教我的儿子怎么样打一个本垒打或者怎么样巧妙进入一垒的地方。
作为一个妈妈，我可以为我的孩子们做很多事情，但不管我如何努力我永远成为不了他们的爸爸。
