We at Bookshelf Boyfriend Towers don’t always want to sound down on boys, in fact we often think they can be rather wonderful! In order to mark our acknowledgment of this fact we have decided to profile the views, stories and opinions of some fine specimens of boys, today we are starting with the story of a Stay at Home Dad. If you are the exemplification of a Super-Boyfriend get in touch and tell us your story too.
My first year as a Stay At Home Dad
“I’ve been a Full Time Dad (FTD) – my label of choice – for about 18 months, since my wife returned to work after her maternity leave had finished. This decision was made on strictly financial terms. We didn’t want to put our daughter Mollie into a nursery and my wife earns more than I used to, so the moment we saw the blue line on the test I knew that my ‘working’ days were numbered.

Father Son and Purple by maubrowncow
99 days out of 100 I absolutely love it and wouldn’t change what I do for any obvious cliché you can think of. There is the odd day I pray for some adult company or even just some peace and quiet, but these are few and far between. I know that I am a very, very lucky man to do what I do. I have two women who love me dearly- one old enough to go back to work whilst I lounge at home all day watching Neighbours, play in the park with all the Mums and generally have lots of fun, and one who loves me enough to let me wipe her bum several times a day, clean up after her and generally wait on her hand and foot 24/7.
I started taking time off work for all the important things that I would have been there for anyway (scans, ante-natal classes etc) and was always very happy, bordering on proud to state at these that I was going to be a FTD. The usual reaction to this was jealousy from both sexes. Women said how great it’d be to spend all day with your child, and most men mentioned the words ‘Play Station’ at some point.
I didn’t tell anybody at work my intentions before I handed in my notice. I broke the news at the office by bringing in cakes for them. When I was asked what they were for I told them all that I’d just quit. I was so happy it was ridiculous. It was time for a new chapter in my life to begin.
I’d imagined that it would be an easy thing to do, get Mollie sleeping, do a bit of decorating (perhaps a bit of that Play Station thingy) and have the house finished by Christmas. That kind of thing. It soon became apparent that this was not the most realistic expectation and my goals quickly changed. I learned how to use the washing machine and how to cook food that didn’t involve a microwave. I became much more skilled around the house in general. I’d always considered myself to be a relatively modern and fairly domesticated chap, knowing which end of a Hoover did what, stuff like that. But I think it would be fair to say that I found my new role to be in a whole different league!
The most daunting thing was going to the Parent and Toddler groups for the first time. Imagine meeting your last boyfriend’s friends, parents & family, all on the same day, doubled. That is roughly what it feels like to be a bloke with a pram, walking into a Parent & Toddler group for the first time. The second time is relatively easier as you are not a stranger, but it still isn’t a picnic either.
Some of the moments that make you realise just how much of a woman’s world childcare is might sound really silly to people who have not seen it from the other side. For instance, in some shops and shopping centres the baby change facilities are in the Ladies toilets or are called Mother & Baby rooms. I know it sounds petty but it does niggle me. I will quite gladly walk through the Ladies to get to a baby changing room now! If Mollie needs a clean and there is only one place to do it, then that is where I will go.
When I first started taking Mollie swimming last summer the instructor used to tell us to put our children on our hips. I was sitting there saying to her – “errrr – I have no hips I’m a bloke!!” She is now much more used to me being there and in fact at this term’s swimming there were four dads in the water at the first lesson, which was quite nice for me. It shows how things are slowly changing for the better in my humble opinion.

A Father and Son by EJP Photo
My second most memorable comments have been: “oh look – a man with a pram, how strange!” (how much did that one annoy me?) and “Oh, playing Housemaid for the day are you?” (I wouldn’t mind, but she is a shopkeeper and says it EVERYTIME I go into her shop). Both of these comments have been from people I could politely call ‘older’. In stark contrast one of the people who seems the most impressed with what I’ve done is actually my Granddad. He never tires of telling me what a great job he thinks I’m doing and how he thinks “it’s bloody marvellous what you do boy”. (It can’t really be favouritism as he has six Grandchildren and five Great grandchildren.)
I’ve found that after a year or so people do get to know your face in the groups, the shops, the park and just generally out and about. I am on first name terms with quite a few people in my hometown – OK that’s not strictly true – quite a few people are on first name terms with Mollie! She seems to smile at everyone wherever we go, and people seem happy to stop and chat to her, so it can take a bit longer to do things when she is with me.
It does of course go without saying that the good times are also much, much better than I had anticipated them to be. Her first “Dada” had me pretty much in tears. I’ve seen her first steps, seen her poo into her potty for the first time. We’ve had a lovely summer managing to fill our days with walks to the park (always a lovely place to meet parents for a bit of that all elusive adult conversation), coffee mornings, trips to Croydon and Bluewater (she loved Bluewater- so many people to smile at!!). One of her Nans tend to come over most weeks, so I get to see them when they play with their first grandchild, which is a really rewarding thing for me.
I guess that I have been lucky enough to witness pretty much all of the traditional ‘firsts’ that most dads get to miss, and many other things as well. We’re really, really happy with the choices that we made way back when for me to ‘retire’ as I so laughingly joked at the time. We wouldn’t do anything differently given the choice.”