Why I Would Be Mr. Mom
Some men may dislike the idea of being a stay-at-home dad, but here is why I would welcome it with open arms!
My dream life, ten years down the road, would be set in a Southern Colonial with a white picket fence. I’d kiss my beautiful wife goodbye in the morning as she went off to work. I’d drive my kids to school then come home, clean the house, run the dishwasher, and do the laundry so the wife and kids had clean clothes for the next day. I’d be “The Man of the House.” Not in the traditional, I provide for this family and demand my dinner on the table at 6 p.m. way, but rather making sure the table would be set and dinner served by 6 p.m. for my family. I’d coach my son’s Little League team and spoil my daughter, who would be my little angel, rotten. Technically speaking, I guess my wife would actually be “The Head of the House” since she would go off to work each day and come home the family breadwinner.
Now, back to reality.
As a twenty-something bachelor, that life is the furthest thing from my mind at this point. All I see is green (or a lack there of). I rarely allow myself to think of this ideal life since it’s not possible without a high-paying job or at least steady income, neither of which I have at the moment. (I’m assuming I’ll find someone to pro-create with when the time comes.)
A Wall Street Journal article, “Cost of Raising a Child Ticks Up,” published in June of this year had the annual cost of a child born into a middle-income, two-parent family at $11,650 to $13,530 depending on the kid’s age. If you had a child in 2009, by the time your kid is old enough for college, he or she will have cost you $222,360, according to the Agriculture Department’s annual survey. Then there’s college tuition.
Knowing the price involved to play the family game, I’d be scared to date someone who made more money than me. The guy brings home the paycheck and the mother stays home with the kids or both parents work to make up for the high cost of today’s standard of living. At least that’s the way families in my neighborhood growing up functioned.
If I weren’t the big man, bringing in the big bucks, I’d feel out of place in the relationship. When I go on a date, I pay. The man always pays. It’s what a gentleman does. I used to cringe on the rare occasion a girlfriend would buy me dinner or even a beer. It felt wrong.
I’ve thought more and more about life as Mr. Mom and would welcome the opportunity. I’d be able to see my children’s first steps, hear their first words, watch their first temper tantrums, and actually be able to parent rather than send the kids off to daycare (which costs a lot of money in itself). Then there’d be doctors’ appointments, the eventual “I hate you, daddy”, and of course, the worst of all, standing on the back-to-school shopping lines.