While grocery shopping with my mother and my two daughters, I found myself reflecting on roles and responsibilities in parenting. My mother had come to visit us in Utah for my son’s birthday, marking her second visit since I moved away nearly six years ago. It was a rare opportunity for just the two of us to share a moment, as we typically spent time together with other family members.
As we navigated the produce section, my youngest daughter, Lily, was nestled in the cart while my older daughter, Mia, eagerly pointed out the fruits. My mother, in her early 60s, with her short, dyed blonde hair, looked slightly surprised when she asked, “Do you do the grocery shopping regularly?” I shrugged and explained, “My partner, Sarah, and I take turns based on our schedules.”
Then she remarked, “I’ve noticed you handle the laundry, too.” I nodded, “It’s part of the routine every week.” Her expression hinted at disbelief, and I added, “I don’t see why that’s unusual; it’s just teamwork.”
Mom began reminiscing about my father, who had never engaged in household chores. He was a product of traditional gender norms, a fact that I had come to terms with since he left when I was a child. He passed away from addiction when I was a teenager, and my mother had spent years avoiding mentions of him. However, in recent years, she had started to talk more openly about their past, including the struggles they faced.
“I never really thought about it,” I admitted. “Without Dad around, I didn’t have the chance to pick up his habits.” As we searched for taco shells, she examined the packaging meticulously, insisting I should check expiration dates—something I had never considered.
I continued, “Sarah manages our budget since I struggle with numbers. She handled most of the details when we bought our house.” This admission sparked a realization in me: my upbringing had freed me from rigid gender roles, allowing me to shape a more balanced partnership.
As we strolled through the aisles, our conversation flowed, moving from my daughters to my wife and back to my father. I couldn’t help but ponder a question that had lingered in my mind: “Am I a better father than he was?”
In the checkout line, I asked my mother this question, revealing my fears of becoming like my father. “I want to be present for my kids. His absence changed my life in profound ways,” I shared. Without hesitation, she responded, “Yes, you are a much better father.”
She reflected on the early years of her marriage, acknowledging my father’s efforts before he faltered. “You’ve become a good dad, Clint. You should be proud of that,” she affirmed.
As we loaded the car, we shifted the conversation away from my father and focused on my children and the laundry still waiting at home. Her validation filled me with relief. While I had always strived to be a better parent than my own, hearing her recognition was reaffirming. It felt as if I was finally doing something right in creating a nurturing environment for my family.
Conversations That Matter
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In summary, the experience of shopping with my mother led to a meaningful dialogue about parenting, roles, and the complexities of family life. It emphasized the importance of breaking free from traditional expectations and finding a path that works for oneself and one’s family.