Jodi Sunderman, a full-time wife, mother and brand marketing consultant, wrote this blog for momaha.
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My dad has a very special place all his own in the house.
“I’ll be in my inner sanctum,” he says.
And we all know where he’s going and about how long he’ll be there. My mom hung a plaque in his special room that reads “In Heaven there will be a bathroom for fathers of daughters.”
My parents do have one (very well-adjusted) son. But they also have six girls. And 28 grandchildren.
So dad truly values his own special place. And I think he deserves it.
Growing up, my dad worked hard to provide for his family. He built a family business and worked long hours. When he wasn’t in the office, you would find him out in the field tending to his corn and beans (this is still true today).
But he took time to have fun with us, too. We would all pile into the van each summer to head to the Black Hills or Colorado (this was before seat belt laws so when I say “pile”, I do mean pile). We enjoyed making floats for our small Nebraska town Fourth of July parade. And dad was (and still is) always ready for a rousing pillow fight.
He modeled strength and courage. He taught us to be helpful and respectful. He was always supportive and my parents have unconditional love down to an art form. My dad was an important part of our household.
I recognize qualities that remind me of my dad in my husband.
After working long days, he comes home at night and asks our daughter: “Has anyone read to you today?” Then he proceeds to read her one of her favorite books. And while we’re trying hard to keep her little eyes away from all television until age 3, I occasionally catch the two of them watching NBA games together.
With my husband keeping the baby occupied and happy, I’m able to finish up on tasks I didn’t get completed around the house and at work during the day. Likewise, when my arms are otherwise occupied with baby duty, I find my husband doing laundry, dishes, yard work and other household chores. He makes a really poor couch potato.
In an effort to instill in her a love of music he puts KVNO on the radio for her in the morning and sings the song “Camptown Races” to her daily. She especially loves the “doo da, doo da” part.
And he spoils me a bit by taking first diaper duty in the morning which allows me a few extra minutes of sleep.
He models responsibility, strength, love, and a love of fun.
I look forward to watching my daughter grow up to be a young woman as much as I look forward to watching my husband grow as a father. Some say that women subconsciously seek out a husband that reminds them of their father. If I have managed to do that, our little girl is one doubly blessed little lady.
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