
I am a father, and I am not a good mother.
Shocking stuff, I know. However, this can be a frustrating fact for me to accept. My wife recently gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and I'm thrilled to finally have a daughter of my own. Given that baby girl is so young (almost 3 weeks), she has a lot of needs. That she communicates to us loudly. Through screaming. At 3 AM.
I'm fortunate enough to have 12 weeks of paternity leave to help out at home. My wife needs to recovery from the labor and birth, and my daughter will do better if she has another caretaker around. All of this has been a crash course in infants for me, as I never had any babies in my family. Growing up, I was the youngest, so there were no opportunities to be around very little ones. I'm learning a lot about babies, and here is the biggest takeaway I have realized: I'm not a good mother.
If it's my turn to watch baby girl, I do my best to ensure she is comfortable. If she starts fussing, I go down the checklist of things that are likely the source of the angst: hunger, diaper change, physical touch, temperature, fatigue. I'd say handling these things work a good 50% of the time. However, there are those days where she just won't settle. I hold her close, I rock her, I speak sweet nothings into her ears... I do all the things I've been taught to do by my wife. Yet sometimes there is no consoling my daughter. After about 15-20 minutes or so of trying everything I can think of, I'll ask my wife to step in (if she is awake). 9 times out of 10, she will hold our daughter, and within minutes, baby girl calms down. My wife isn't doing anything radically different from what I'm doing. What gives?!
The power of the mother-child connection cannot be overstated. My daughter is so used to my wife. 9 months of growing inside her, learning her voice, her movements, her mannerisms, and all other aspects of my wife meant that our daughter is already predisposed to feeling more comfortable with her mother. I'm grateful for this connection, as it calms baby girl down whenever she cannot be soothed by me. At the same time, it's also moderately frustrating that I can do the same things and not get the results my wife does.
Don't get me wrong, I know that I have a role to play in this little one's life in her future. I'm very excited dreaming about taking her for ice cream for the first time, showing her my hobbies, listening to her ask questions about the world, and watching her grow into a beautiful young woman. However, children require different things from their parents, and right now, my wife is the star of my daughter's show. The powerful connection a mother has with her child(ren) is awe-inspiring and beautiful, helping the new generation acclimate to our crazy world. I love it, even when it frustrates a new father who can't stop the crying at 3 AM.