Today, I wish my mom was alive. I wish my favorite aunt was alive. I will not mention her name out of respect to my cousins. I adore the beautiful truth that I can cook. I can actually cater for a sizable party. All thanks to my mother and others. I will be quick to point out that l Papa Kow Acquaye , your uncle did not like the idea if his three sons frequenting the kitchen as cooks for the day or week (whichever as directed by mom). In the end he loved and appreciated the cooking of his boys. Much respect Dad. In the last days, in the absence of a mother who had earlier departed to be with her heavenly Father, in the absence of a son who had decided to be called ‘Daddy’ in *Obimanso*, my brother the lawyer cooked and took care of the old man. Salute brother! Always love you!
Now where did my mother go wrong? Tell me please. Tell me I cannot rewire my attitudinal thinking to say it is ok for me to help around the house. Tell me it is wrong for me to do activities with my own biological ‘spermatozoa’ children while mom is away at work. Being with my children is not babysitting. It is called PARENTING! It is bonding time with them. It is a time to grow attachment and create a healthy relationship. It builds the family and takes away otherwise evil thoughts.
I thank my mother. My mother left early. Too early. Not even seeing a grandson who today makes the best breakfast in my household (love you still wifey).
Enough. Gentlemen, it is ok to help out. It does not demean you or make you less of a man. It is okay to scrub the bathrooms and whatnots. At least you are assured of its cleanliness in entirety. Let others learn from you that they might commit same in their household.
How about the dads who decide to braid their daughters hair themselves? I am baffled (apologies to Guy Foxx).
It is very true that the man is the head of the household. We thank God for that position. The head leads by example. The head does things worthy of emulation. The head brings all under an umbrella of unity.
I do what I have to do. I will continue to do same. I know some very good friends too who do same. We will work. Both at home and outside. We are still men. With balls. And yes we love our women. They call us ‘Daddy’! We live in the U.S.!