HOOK’S NOTE: Well, here it is, folks. I hope you enjoy my stay at Jessica Stilwell’s cyber-home. I hope she doesn’t ask me to do any vacuuming…
First, a brief Jessica Stilwell primer:
Moving on…
Here is a small sample of my guest post…
When Jessica first offered me the opportunity to guest post on her slice of cyber real estate, I was surprised – you can certainly understand why – but Jessica has proven herself to be extremely gracious and forgiving towards someone who tends to act before he thinks. My initial comments on this blog were born of a sense of concern for Jessica’s children and to my eternal regret, feelings of great envy. I have been fighting for years to achieve that which Jessica has carved out for herself in a matter of weeks. But that was then, we’ve come a long way, haven’t we, Jessica?
I was also deeply honored by Jessica’s offer. My new friend is one of the finest specimens of a new breed of mother that has evolved to survive in a rapidly-changing world of parenthood. Don’t get me wrong, kids have always kept parents hopping, but in a world of reality shows, the internet (all and all of its influences and temptations) and ever-escalating acts of violence against the innocent, a parent has to bring their “A game” with them when they step into the arena or they’ll be knocked out before they begin.
Jessica used her innate brilliance, all the skills of her profession, not to mention a few glasses of red wine, to devise an innovative strategy when dealing with a challenge that would probably have broken most moms. The average parent would have taken two approaches to Jessica’s particular situation: A) Scream until your voice gives out or your kids finally relent and clean up their mess or B) Clean up the mess yourself and lose valuable ground in the process. The second option is is truly disastrous; your children will eat you alive if they don’t respect you.
Jessica realized that sometimes, the best offense isn’t to adapt a good defense at all, but rather to walk off the playing field all-together.
While I think her approach was brilliant, I know it wouldn’t work for a father. If I went on strike, my household would probably run more efficiently than ever. Women are hardwired for parenthood, they have a God-given set of skills that allow them to always be quick on their feet and above all, to be sensitive to their family’s needs.
I one bought my wife a toilet seat and a set of cupboard knobs for Mother’s Day.
In my defense, the seat looked like an oyster shell and the knobs had flowers on them. Women love men who strive to improve the room they spend a great deal of their time in, right?
Don’t answer that.
As for my approach to fatherhood, well it tends to follow suit. Here then, is my public apology to my fourteen-year-old daughter for the occasional parenting faux pas I’ve been responsible for.
I was also deeply honored by Jessica’s offer. My new friend is one of the finest specimens of a new breed of mother that has evolved to survive in a rapidly-changing world of parenthood. Don’t get me wrong, kids have always kept parents hopping, but in a world of reality shows, the internet (all and all of its influences and temptations) and ever-escalating acts of violence against the innocent, a parent has to bring their “A game” with them when they step into the arena or they’ll be knocked out before they begin.
Jessica used her innate brilliance, all the skills of her profession, not to mention a few glasses of red wine, to devise an innovative strategy when dealing with a challenge that would probably have broken most moms. The average parent would have taken two approaches to Jessica’s particular situation: A) Scream until your voice gives out or your kids finally relent and clean up their mess or B) Clean up the mess yourself and lose valuable ground in the process. The second option is is truly disastrous; your children will eat you alive if they don’t respect you.
Jessica realized that sometimes, the best offense isn’t to adapt a good defense at all, but rather to walk off the playing field all-together.
While I think her approach was brilliant, I know it wouldn’t work for a father. If I went on strike, my household would probably run more efficiently than ever. Women are hardwired for parenthood, they have a God-given set of skills that allow them to always be quick on their feet and above all, to be sensitive to their family’s needs.
I one bought my wife a toilet seat and a set of cupboard knobs for Mother’s Day.
In my defense, the seat looked like an oyster shell and the knobs had flowers on them. Women love men who strive to improve the room they spend a great deal of their time in, right?
Don’t answer that.
As for my approach to fatherhood, well it tends to follow suit. Here then, is my public apology to my fourteen-year-old daughter for the occasional parenting faux pas I’ve been responsible for.
Related articles
- Mom on Strike! (everydayfamily.com)
- The Hook Pays a Visit to a Crazy Working Mom – And You Should Too! (youvebeenhooked.wordpress.com)
Enjoyed visiting Jessica’s blog – great post!
Thanks!
>I hope she doesn’t ask me to do any vacuuming…
-Well, Jessica will certainly not ask you to do the laundry! *snicker*
A guest post, Hook! You’re going places! You never ever thought that would happen, huh?
Congratulations!
Kate
As always, thanks, Kate!
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