My kids don’t teach me; they are me. They are the reflection of me that I don’t or won’t or can’t see in the moment when they are behaving badly – when they’re the ones taking stuff from other kids.
After three years as a stay-at-home-dad, I started to get an itch. It was the kind of itch that I couldn’t really reach.
By Jeffrey Dotts. I was not falling head-over-heels in love with parenting.
A stay-at-home dad challenges mothers and fathers to move beyond what has been the cultural norm of gender roles in parenting.