Things You Only Know If You Had A Stay-At-Home Dad
On my wedding day, my dad gave a speech where he recalled my first day at playgroup, aged two. He kicked off by explaining how he tentatively took me along, unsure how I’d get on in such a different environment. But about 10 minutes in, he realised I’d be fine when I wet myself going down the slide, took off my pants, handed them to him, and carried on playing.
‘While I tried to crawl under the table in my wedding dress, my dad went on to tell the room how he, as a first-time father in his twenties, and I, a toddler, were exploring this brave new world together. Because unlike his peers, and certainly unlike all the women taking their children to playgroup for the first time that day in 1985, my father was a stay-at-home dad, and had been since mum went back to work full-time when I was three months old.