The mother is the heart of the home and the father is the foundation. I’ve heard this a few times both in English and in my native Tagalog tongue. But to me, these were the olden days when my parents were just starting out. Things have changed over the last few years. Maybe the underlying foundation is still the same, but the times we are in have ushered in changes to what a typical family is.
My typical day as a father can be summarized as something like in the next few paragraphs.
I woke up a bit later than a workday and lounge about the living room. Matthew wakes up soon after and that’s my signal to get up. So I get up and head towards the kitchen. You’d think that it was easy thinking of what to cook for breakfast, but it really isn’t. When you have been making breakfast every morning, you realize that you no longer have anything to cook. So it was decided that breakfast was going to be eggs and Spam. You can’t go wrong with Spam. Being a Saturday, that means it’s vacuum day for Matchu Pitchu. For some reason, that has become Matthew’s pet name. Not to be confused with Machu Picchu of course. If it’s vacuum day, then that means I’m not off the hook either. I pick up the broom and sweep the floor. After a good sweeping, it’s mopping time. It was time to put some miles on my new Deerma mop. One thing to be said is that I actually like cleaning. I like the smell of clean floors and making things shiny again. That is to say, after realizing that the bathroom was dirty, I had to clean it too. Cleaning does get tiring and as such, I napped after lunch. In the afternoon, I took the clothes out to hang and dry. And then we had dinner. That was as eventful as my Saturday’s get.
Since it is still a weekend, I woke up a bit later than a workday and lounged about in the living room. Matthew wakes up and nudges me which was my cue to make breakfast. Luckily, we had ordered Tocino, which Matthew likes to call sweetmeat. It is basically marinated meat that goes really well with fried rice. So I chopped up some garlic and seasoned the garlic fried rice to suit my local taste buds. After breakfast, we had some time to relax so I was on the sofa gaming on our Xbox. By lunchtime, the missus was busy preparing our Father’s Day meal. So I was called in to dress the mussels that we were having for lunch, Garlic, tomatoes, and cheese. By the time we finished, I was plump. The baked mussels were served with clam pasta on the side so it was heavier than our normal meals would have been. I cleaned up the kitchen after lunch and then we took some time to take a nap. As the day ended, I was up ironing Matchu Pitchu’s school uniform. And then we went to sleep.
The old pictures of what a husband is from western movies are not what should be portrayed. It is quite different from what I have seen as I grew up being a boy, then a man, then a husband, and ultimately, a father. But at the end of the day, we are human. And we live our lives the only way we know how. As humans.