In the early stages of parenthood, my partner, Alex, and I naturally fell into distinct roles—roles that have remained consistent over time. As the primary caregiver at home, I am well-acquainted with our children’s routines, behaviors, and quirks. I am responsible for enforcing bedtimes, determining the fairness of dessert, and monitoring whether one of our kids has lost their screen time for the evening. Meanwhile, Alex has a knack for spinning our kids around, engaging in video game battles, and immersing himself in imaginative play, including a curious game called Airplane Zoo Driver (seriously, don’t inquire further).
When I leave town, the dynamics shift noticeably. The kids snuggle up with their dad in our bed, host indoor volleyball tournaments, and dive into endless tickle fights. In contrast, when Alex is away, our household maintains its usual rhythm. Bedtimes remain consistent (in their own beds), homework is completed before any screen time, and generally, the children find ways to entertain themselves. In essence, my role does not involve much playtime.
Initially, being cast as the “boring” parent bothered me. It wasn’t that I resented this designation; rather, societal expectations and peer influence created a sense of inferiority about not being the fun parent. The rough-and-tumble, high-energy play that Alex thrives on doesn’t come naturally to me, making me feel like I was falling short in my parenting duties. What parent wouldn’t want to be involved in the joy of play? I found myself anxious about this perceived pressure to be more playful, more engaging, and ultimately, a better parent.
However, I’ve recently begun to embrace my identity as the parent I am. While I may be the one to announce “bedtime in five minutes!” as the boys share a laugh over an inside joke from a show, I still enjoy shaking my hips along with them in Just Dance, coloring for hours, or playing multiple rounds of Candy Land consecutively.
Moreover, I’ve discovered a deep sense of joy in stepping back and observing their interactions from a distance. After a recent airport run to pick up Alex, the boys eagerly suggested playing hockey in the driveway. The evening air was cool, and though it was getting late, I hesitated.
“It’s too cold and dark,” I remarked.
“Really?” Alex feigned disappointment.
“I was just offering you a chance to unwind,” I whispered, “but if you want to play, go ahead.”
While I prepared dinner inside, Alex changed into comfy clothes and joined the boys outside. As I reheated our meal—realizing it would take a while before they came in—I glanced out the window. I contemplated joining them but chose to remain inside, observing instead.
From this vantage point, I noticed things I might have missed if I had jumped in. I saw the admiration in my younger son’s eyes as he looked at his dad, the way my older son tested his own limits—physically and emotionally—in ways he wouldn’t with me. Most importantly, I could see the sheer joy on Alex’s face without the need to intervene as a referee or authority figure.
This experience was akin to applying a soothing balm to the prickly sensations of insecurity I sometimes felt as a parent.
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In summary, I’ve learned to appreciate the unique role I play as the “not-as-fun” parent, finding fulfillment in my own style of parenting. The joy I witness from a distance allows me to appreciate the bond between my partner and our children, fostering a deeper understanding of my place in our family dynamic.
Keyphrase: The joy of being the less fun parent
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