My husband doesn’t “babysit” ; HE PARENTS

Me: I’m so excited! I’m heading to [insert city] for the weekend for a conference and #girlsweekend!

Grand-mom: “Oh? Is your husband babysitting while you’re gone?”

Me:

Typically at this point in the conversation, I don’t actually tell the person “no, my husband is parenting our children” but I’m thinking it in my mind. And while I realize (and try not to correct whomever I’m speaking to) the comment stems from a generation whose husbands did not equally parent their children, I still find it annoying. It’s even more incredible to me when a woman that’s closer to my age asks this same question. I do know that because of our English language, it’s just easier to say words you might not necessarily mean. Or maybe you don’t mind using the term babysitter in conjunction with husband.  Maybe your husband is not an active parent in your home —

BUT MINE IS.

It’s 2025. We have equal opportunity parenting. It took two to tango, and it takes two to parent.

The thing is, my husband is not only an amazing dad,  he’s one awesome human.

He cooks dinner (at least) weekly.

He bakes. Like he literally makes bread dough and pizza dough from scratch like an 1800s pioneer.

He does the laundry (folding, not so much. But it’s clean).

He knows drop off and pick up times at three different schools.

He packs one impressive school lunch.

He attends every sporting event. (and holds me back from yelling too much)

He attends every Christmas performance, Thanksgiving Pow Wow, and Spring show.

He remembers to put gas in the tank.

He’s the one that attends the parent-teacher conferences. I haven’t gone to one in at least 4 years.

He taught our kids how to do basic things, like ride their bicycles and tie their shoes. (no joke. We have 5 kids and I’ve not taught any of them either of those life skills)

He helps with homework. Waaaaaay more than I do. Waaaaaaaaay more. He has the homework patience of a holy person.

He takes the kids on “errands” to give me alone time. This point alone wins him co-parenting stars.

He can also take care of the dog and cats while simultaneously taking care of the kids. Truly mindblowing.

He can grocery shop.

He can drive through a drive through.

He plays pretend with our youngest.

He doesn’t read bedtime stories, he tells made-up-on-the-fly epic bedtime stories.

He kisses boo boos.

He prayer walks our home and prays over them.

He parents our children.
What does he not do? Babysit.