I used to say ex was a great dad… he really really really wasn’t.
DH is a great dad, he takes an interest in our DC, both our shared DC & my older DC who are not his biological DC. He went out of his way to research places DD could get work experience (she needs it for her university application), she was floundering and crying he rolled his sleeves up and sorted it out.
He plays with the little ones, organises their activities and takes them there and back, packs all their kit etc, ensures their laundry is done for school and irons the small fiddly school shirts. Does all the school runs because I can’t drive (yet). Does every single early morning because he’s the one who wakes early.
if I died I would know he’d take care of the DC.
with ex i was terrified when I had a cancer scare, as I could not possibly have left my DC in his ‘care’ he’d have caused them harm.
DH is a loving husband but the above makes him a fantastic dad. My older DC have changed their surnames to his, my eldest told me she wishes he was her real dad.
I think the best thing about him is that he’s never said I couldn’t rescue cats, I’ve called him in tears because we’ve been asked to take on a waif with a terrible heartbreaking story. He’s always agreed. We’re well known in our neighbourhood and the vets as the mad cat family.
at some point we’re going to move into a large house and open an animal sanctuary. We’ll have to as our current house has no more space left for pets.