We just celebrated Father’s Day on Sunday. The first time, since we became parents, Father’s Day was a low-key affair. Our oldest is growing fast and discovering independence.
Due to storms and a whole week of bad weather, her arrival was delayed by one week. It gave us a chance to experience empty nest syndrome on a small-scale.
I HATE EMPTY NEST!!!!
On a bright side, it gave us a chance to spend more time together: slow evenings with a glass of good wine and adult conversation. Wow!… still missing our little one. So, we did the obvious next best thing:reminisce.
She used to call us Mamma-Dadda. There was Mamma-Dadda room, Mamma-Dadda bed, Mamma-Dadda date… It made perfect sense to all of us.
SO, we decided that instead of Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, we will be celebrating Mamma-Dadda Day, twice.
After all, raising children is a hard job that requires all hands on deck.