Although parenting is considered by most to be a woman’s realm, there is a growing movement toward the acceptance of dads raising their children.  And, if you’re reading this, you’ve probably already seen a cultural shift in family dynamics.  More men are becoming their family’s primary caretaker (or at least taking a more active parenting role), while more women are becoming their family’s primary financial support.  I consider myself lucky that my wife’s income enables me to raise our kids on a full time basis, and we both work hard to make our lives flow.  Jill works all day and usually comes home to a mess.  I applaud her for not shooting me while tripping over toys and laundry in high heels.  Ultimately, we were meant for our roles, and our children benefit from our partnership.  So, when seeing a man with his children, try to consider what’s best for the kids, not the gender of the parent.

As a stay at home dad of sixteen-month-old twin girls, I’ve been told I’ve really got my hands full, I’ve got double trouble, and at least I didn’t have eight at once.  Oh, the looks of shock and awe I get when I’m out and about with the kids!  It’s a double whammy: I’m a dad with twins.  Sure, it’s been said that raising multiples is more difficult than raising singletons.  Poppy and Olive are our first kids, so I don’t know what it’s like to raise one child.  However, I can tell you first hand that the devastation, I mean work, created by multiple toddlers is immense.  Twice the laundry, twice the food, twice the diapers, etc.

Besides the extra housekeeping involved, having twins adds a unique layer to the challenges I encounter as primary caretaker.  Since birth, my daughters have developed at roughly the same rate.  The biggest obstacle was adjusting to them walking when they were nine months old.  I know what you’re thinking, and yes, they always seem to be going in opposite directions.  Soon, I’ll have to buy some child leashes to keep them safe in places like parking lots, which is something I never thought I’d advocate.  But, as much effort as it is to overcome the obstacles, I try to focus on the good while dealing with the not-so-good.  My daughters discover the world together and press my buttons together.  They laugh together and cry together.  They run around together and wear their dinner plates as hats together.  And, I get to experience it all.  So, how do I react when I’m told I have my hands full?  I politely agree, and then I think to myself, “I would do it all over again.”

I get twice the love in return.

I have twice as much fun.

I hear twice as many giggles.

At least I didn’t have eight at once.