Now, with all of this joy, gaiety, and frivolity, one would think that the happiness would be spread evenly between the mother and the father, with both sharing equally in the benefits and attention given. But, sadly, this is not so, because, as just as weddings ceremonies are mainly show for the brides and there enterage (sp?), the same thing goes with childbirth. In fact, conception is the last part of childbirth where most males say they have had fun. From then on, the spotlight is SOLELY on the women.
And the REAL Biggie:
All of these sentiments are honest and true, but aren't we forgetting the other party here who suffers almost as much? Huh?!? I'm talking about the men, not the worthless slobs who run out on a pregnant woman, but the REAL men who stick with their girlfriends, their fiancees (sp?), and their wives. What about us? Sure, pregnancy may not be a walk in the park for most women (and for a number of women, it can actually be life-threatening), but what about the men??? And enough about these phantom 'sympathy' pains! That's all in the mind! It's a crock! I've even heard women say that if their men really did love them, they would feel some of this pain. BALONEY!!! HOGWASH!!! and PHOOEY!!! Men don't need to feel these pains, nor should they! I have children myself and I've never felt any phantom morning sickness! I won't try to explain away those who do feel these 'pains', but as far as I'm concerned, it's nothing more than an old wive's tale!
Men don't need sympathy pains to suffer during pregnancy. Many men have to find out how to rearrange a budget to accomodate the new baby. Some even have to find a secondary job or a higher-paying job (or with some, just a job itself). Then there's the higher cost of education - and I'm not talking about college! I'm talking about elementary school!! Keeping your bundle of joy in the latest styles can be expensive, not to mention the extras your child needs: tablets, pencils, crayons, glue, construction paper, scissors, hand soap, Kleenex, paper towels, snacks (not just for your child, but for the whole class), toilet tissue, a field trip every other week, computer fees, etc. - and this is only from grades K-2!! And guess who has to make sure this is all taken care of? We Responsible Fathers!
ASYLUM Note: When I went to elementary school, the kids only had to supply the first two items mentioned on my list, and the school took care of the rest! I spoke with an employee at my daughter's elementary school as to why some of the lights in the building were out, I was told that it was because each individual school now had to handle it's own budget and pay it's own bills! If that's the case, then why do we pay school superintendents hundreds of thousands of dollars per year with our taxes? Why do we even have a board of education? At this rate, we'll be sending in extra money daily to school with our kids to help chip in for the teachers' retirement funds in another 10 years!!
Now, before I get a huge negative response to this (and I probably will), I'm not trying to say that women don't have a right to be excited about childbirth, because it is the most exciting time in a woman's life. I'm not saying that women don't have a right to complain about the tribulations that come with pregnancy, either. What I am saying is don't forget about the men (the responsible ones, that is). Sometimes they suffer, too, although they aren't felt compelled to show it often. Men also feel like they sould have their place in the sun right along with the woman. After all, the last Immaculate Conception took place about 2000 years ago. A lot of men feel as if they should get a piece of the attention as well. Just handing out cigars isn't good enough for some (especially for those who can't stand the smell of those things). Just don't forget the men, because they helped, too.
(A P.S. for the men: If you're significant other reads this and takes it to heart, you will not be able to get out of going to her childbirth/Lamaze classes with her, so just be prepared to clear out a block of time in your schedule away from the TV, the poker game and the beer buddies. You WILL go, not just because you love her, but because this is what you wanted!!)
I pray I find a little quiet
Far from the daily family riot
May I lie back--not have to think
about what they're stuffing down the sink,
Or who they're with, or where they're at
And what they're doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself
(did something just fall off a shelf?)
To cuddle in my nice, soft bed
(Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake
(Did I just hear a window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean--
(well heck, I've got the right to dream)
Yes now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know--
I must have lost them long ago!