Nowadays, it is not unheard of stay-at-home dads or dad-mom role reversals...
Well, my dad was not quite a stay-at-home dad, but definitely I grew up in a
dad-mom role reversal household.
My mom had a demanding professional career and she was always traveling abroad
to attend clothing trade shows and fashion events while my dad had an 8-hour
job as a government employee, so their combined work schedule worked well to
cover their patenting duties.
I would say that the lack of a constant maternal figure at home definitely
made me non-nurturing person.
I enjoyed the way my dad took care of me. He would wake me up every morning
with a mouth whistle right after his shower, and once I was awake, he would
prepare my breakfast while I took a shower. Every day I would have orange
juice (once in a while some other kind of juice), eggs, banana shakes (once
in a while some other kind of shake) and toast. And while I would be getting
ready for school (it takes a little longer to get ready when you are a girl),
my dad would prepare my lunch, and I would always have a big, delicious lunch!
Finally, he would drop me off to school.
In the afternoon, if my mom was around, she would pick me up from school, and
we would eat “la comida” together, so it was only two hours that I would see
and talk with my mom during the week. By the time she would come home, I would
be already asleep, and in the mornings, she would be sleeping while I was awake.
My dad would make sure my homework was done completely and correctly. He would
help me to be prepared for all my exams, and he would give feedback when
practicing for any of my performances or competitions: speech, spelling bee
and math competitions, and I was on the school basketball team.
I know that my dad loves me very much, and he wants to give me all the things
he didn’t have while growing up, including a dad. However, he is not very
affectionate, a trait that unfortunately I learned from him.
In general, I think that I had the greatest childhood, and a smooth and nice
teenage lifestyle. Unfortunately, that awesome parenting lifestyle ended when
my parents divorced, when I was 17 years old. Right after the divorce, my
parents gave me an apartment and a car, that would be the time that I became
an a strong, independent and logical woman.