Father of the Year

Yesterday, I saw a dad carrying his month old baby. Not the mum, the dad. It was a beautiful sight, the tiny bundle snug in the sturdy hands of whom he will call papa one day. Daddy dear walked a lil straighter, proud of his baby and kept close to Mum. He made sure she had a good seat, settled her bag filled with baby essentials and carefully handed baby over. About half hour later, he came over to check if both baby and mum are doing well. And the whole process repeated. He carried the baby (the right way mind you!), fixed the clothes, helped the mum with the bag and left.

Every single movement caught my eye. And I’m absolutely certain; mine wasn’t the only pair of eyes fixed on this man. It is so rare to see a dad holding and caring for a child instead of just the mum that I felt a little stunned at what was unfolding in front of me. It’s a little sad don’t you think that even I have became accustomed to seeing only mothers with babies.

Yesterday, a man earned a new found respect. Men are from venus and woman from mars but on earth yesterday, this one single man gave me new light and hope of my fellow comrades. May more of this caring, fatherly figures who are unafraid to display love and affection, lest being called tak macho or controlled-by-your-wife, be part of my generation. Wishful thinking? I hope to be proven wrong.