My husband waited until I sort of pushed him-(just a smidge) after dating a mere four months to put a ring on it- as in my finger. He was 38, never married and had I not “suggested ” we get married I’m convinced he would’ve been quite content to sail through several more years with nary a trip to Tiffany’s to scope out the princess cut I’d been hinting I wanted since our second date.
See I knew- pretty much from our first blind date, that he was the one. We ended up spending 10 hours together- talking (he talked ALOT back then), walking, eating (he remembers I had a very healthy appetite even on our first date) and yes there was a real chemistry. Of course he was 15 years older than me- and I’m not sure he was as comfortable with the age difference as I was- but once I schooled him on my love of all things classic, like the fact that my very first crush was on Trapper John M.D. as opposed to Zach from Saved by the Bell, I think he began to feel a bit more comfortable with our union.
We had a whirlwind courtship– of course we lived together another year before we made it official- as in– no prenup so this marriage has got to work ( in my husband’s words) but I think when my husband became a father to our daughter 16 years ago- is when I truly fell in love with him. It’s as if, he spent his entire life gearing up for this role–a man who when we met felt was uncomfortable around babies and kids, seemed to wear his daddy status like a glove and bask in all its glory.
He was the one who got up at night to do all the feedings, he’s the one that slathers these kids in sunscreen till they resemble little caspers, lovingly prepares their snacks each morning, cuts the crusts off every sandwich, will bike ride and play outdoors with them to their hearts content-and will essentially do everything short of chewing food and spitting it into their mouths (as a mama bird does for her little birdlings).
Sure he could “technically be these kids grandfather”. But I believe having all these years of life experience under his belt- has made him so sure of how he wants to spend these next years; reveling in- his role as a daddy. And to be perfectly honest- the grayer he gets- the sexier he is to me!
What’s your take on the older vs. younger dad debate…do you think older dads have more patience and maturity or does it really just boil down to personality and age has nothing to do with what kind of dad a man will make?