Being the only guy in a household full of girls can be really challenging and bewildering sometimes. Okay, Charles, our Chihuahua, is also male but he squats when he does a pee so he doesn’t count.
As a freelancer with an office at home I have pockets of free time in a day. So I’m one of the fortunate dads who gets to spend a lot of time with his kids. My oldest, three-year-old Tayla-Jean, will often run to me when she falls or she needs something. If she wakes up in the middle of the night, it’s Dad’s side of the bed she comes to. Who must brush her teeth . . . yep, Dad. And I’m the one who has to jump on the trampoline and play chase around the house.
So it always confuses my male brain when it’s as if I’ve just jumped into a parallel universe and suddenly I don’t get a hello or even a look. It’s as if there’s a glitch in the matrix.
And then moments later, like the clouds have lifted and the sun is shining again, I’m the coolest dad in the world once more.
Granted Tayla-Jean is a bit more emotional and sensitive than my 11-month-old Alyssa, but SHE does it too. For days on end I’m the one who can calm her down and get her to sleep in her cot. And then, like a savage plot twist in a Stephen King novel, I’m the sworn enemy.
And on to the third girl in the Pilgrim household, my wife, Nicole. She reads my blog . . . so let me state she’s ALWAYS sweet and kind (brownie points here please).
In a household full of girls (and one small male chihuahua), I’m often confused and left wondering what just happened.
I wouldn’t change it for the world.
*Mark Pilgrim is a freelance radio and TV presenter and is a DJ on 94.7 Highveld Stereo and 94.5 Kfm.