It's genetic...
B is always busy with Roman, they are indeed the best of friends. I always pictured myself being the maniac with the buggy; trying to run last minute errands, get to places and all the while be ensuring the happiness and healthiness of the child I'd have. But we all know how that turned out. It worked out differently. B is the sole child carer. It works and we are happy so that's all that matters.It doesn't matter that you pictured life differently and it doesn't even matter that you'd do things differently if you were able to change the circumstances. What matters is now. And happiness. And family. And days that we can celebrate the fact we are parents. That we pulled through for another year.Happy Fathers Day to all the Dad's; new, experienced, old, young, biological, loving and loved.