More than a few good men
DURING A RECENT VISIT, my Grandma was extolling young dads today for their “hands on” approach to parenting. She reminded me how different the expectations are for dads now than they were when she was growing up or when she was raising her own children.
I found myself wondering if we’re adequately acknowledging the faithful fathers who are taking on responsibilities that are relatively new to the title.
Then a few weeks ago I was in Riverside Park on a Monday morning and couldn’t help but notice the number of dads there with their kids: pushing strollers, playing tag, pointing out birds, and explaining the physics behind the playground equipment. (I imagine there were some fart jokes happening too, but I didn’t overhear them that day.)
Engaged dads, armed only with snack traps and sippy cups, composed at least half of the parents in the park that weekday morning and none that I talked to called what they were doing “babysitting”; they were just being dads.


