Ice Cream Emergency

Julie D. linked to this great story at Sigmund, Carl and Alfred:

A father wanted to find special ways to bond with his daughter. Fathers think about that sort of thing. Anyway, what this father did once a month was to have an �ice cream emergency.� What the father did was wake his daughter up at 11 or 12 O�clock at night and insist she hurriedly come to the kitchen- there was an emergency. The ice cream had to be eaten before it melted! Needless to say, there was laughter and good times- and good memories. That went on for years.

This story reminded me of a time when my dad took us on vacation, a weekend at the beach (Galveston or Corpus Christi, I can’t recall which) without mom, who got a nice break while we got sunburned and spoiled with all the junk food we could stand. One evening dad came into the motel room with a big gallon of ice cream and told the four of us we’d have to eat it all that evening because we didn’t have any way to store it. What fun!

I hadn’t thought about that incident in years. It speaks to the way that fathers bond with their children that is so different than a mother’s interactions. I’ve already started noting some of the differences between Dom’s approach to time with Bella and mine. For me so often bath and diaper changes are tasks to get through. Sure, I play with her, blow raspberries on her belly and splash and frolic with the fishies. But I’m still much more goal-oriented and less likely to break rules, to let go and splash water out of the tub. I don’t put the shark in my mouth and spit him across the room. I don’t engage in mutual back scratching while putting on her pajamas. It just doesn’t occur to me.

I’m glad there’s that complementarity there. I’m glad Bella has a playful father as well as a caregiver mother. I’m glad there’s someone in her life who will be more spontaneous and give her forbidden fruit. Thank God for fathers.

 

One Response to Ice Cream Emergency

  1. Matilda January 26, 2008 at 11:37 am #

    I have been thinking I need to do more in the way of sending my husband off to work happy and healthy. This looks like a good place to start!

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