I had come to pick up baby girl from kinder this afternoon, but she was far from ready to leave. She was busy on the floor with one of the teachers, engaging in a big mat-sized puzzle.
I sat on the floor with her at her request, and the teacher and I helped her, trying to work out where the pieces went. Some small talk here and there, about her predisposition and love of puzzles, how many she had and whether they had many pieces or not. But I was acutely aware that time was passing, and the classroom was getting smaller by the second.
“Baby girl,” I started. “We have to go. Tato will be home, you don’t want to miss him!”
At this, the teacher wondered what I was talking about. I explained that Hubbie came home for lunch each day at about the time baby girl came home from kinder – he deliberately went to lunch later instead of earlier, so he could see her before heading back to work for another several hours.
“Is he the boss, is that why he can make up his hours?”
“No, because he’s a butcher he’ll just make sure he finishes a task by a certain time, so that he can go to lunch.”
The thought sat with the teacher for a second or two. “That’s very nice that he does that, she’s very lucky.” Baby girl’s teacher looked at her. “He sounds like a very good Dad.”
The thought played over in my head as I drove her home from kinder. It’s funny how you know these things, but until someone else points them out to you, you don’t really know them… or at the very least, you don’t truly appreciate them.
I am lucky, that baby girl has such a dedicated and loving Dad. I am lucky that that same loving and supportive guy is my Hubbie.
And, we are both lucky in that we did get to see him today when we got home 🙂