Huey Daigle is a public school teacher from Louisiana. He enjoys spending time with family, reading, appreciates good beer, and watching soccer. He has four daughters and a loving wife and couldn’t ask for more. He seemed a bit like me and mentioned he had his own blog. I asked him if he wanted to share something on my blog. He said yes and so here we go. I hope you enjoy.
About a week ago I responded to a post at Doug on Tap. Doug seems like a pretty cool guy. He seems down to Earth, likable and best of all, we share an interest, craft beer. Doug is also a special kind of guy, a guy not everyone would admire, but I do. He’s a stay at home dad of 5 children, whose wife is sometimes gone for extended periods of time on speaking engagements. Anyway, none of this gets me to the point of why I am writing this post. The point of this post is that, while I am not a stay at home dad, nor am I sure that I could be one. EVER. I do have a very special set of skills, skills that make me a nightmare for many men out there. No, wait, that’s a movie plot. Anyway, Doug and I seemed to share a lot of the same opinions about a lot of things, so he invited me to be a guest blogger on his site. I’m not much of a writer, but I thought I would give it a shot.
Seriously, though let me introduce myself. My name is Huey, and I have daughters. Four of them. Ages, 14, 13, 10 and 9. They are the lights of my life and I would do anything and everything for them. Guess what? I know nothing about raising girls. Not. One. Thing. Not that I would be any better at raising boys, but at least I’d know how all of their parts work, right?
People always ask me “How do you do it? or Don’t you want to try for a boy? Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on teaching a boy “boy stuff”? Let me answer that now, hopefully it clears up a lot of those questions.
How do you do it?
I have no idea what these people ever mean. What are you talking about? Do I have a choice? Can I wake up and say, “Nope Universe, not today, don’t think I want to raise four girls today, I’m tired of the bickering and teenage girl drama and constant chatter associated with girls.” Do I get tired? Yes. Do I want to run away and hide forever? Sometimes. Would my life be simpler if I DIDN’T have four daughters? You betcha. But guess what, I would miss all of it. Every last bit of drama, the arguments over who’s wearing whose clothes. All of the “Can you help me with this homework? No I haven’t tried it for myself first, dad. Come on, PLEEEEASE help.” All of these little things are what make up my life. And I love it. It’s gotten to be that I don’t remember what it’s like to have quiet or peace in my home and when I do get the opportunity for a little peace and quiet alone. . . I have to turn all the televisions in the house on really loudly to compensate for the lack of action in my house. How do I do it? I just do. I don’t know any different, anymore.
Don’t you want to try for a boy? Or, my favorite, Were you trying for a boy and kept having girls?
No. No, I don’t. I have plenty enough to do right now without learning how to raise another sex of child. I’ve pretty much almost kind of figured out how to start raising female children. Starting over again with a boy makes as much sense as trying to carve a block of wood with a stick of butter.
Was I trying for a boy? Not really. None of my kids were what you would call “planned” they just happened. God gave me the number of kids he wanted me to have and blessed me with four wonderful, beautiful girls who take more after their mother than they do after me, Thank Heavens!
Do you ever feel like you’re missing out on teaching a boy “boy stuff”?
No. First of all, if there is one thing that I’ve learned it’s there really isn’t boy stuff and girl stuff. I’ve taught my girls how to throw and catch a baseball, well I’ve done my best at that. Baseball really isn’t my sport. I’ve taught them how to bait a hook, although when I do take them fishing, they still refuse to do so. My plan is to teach them, when they are old enough to drive, how to change a tire. I’ve sat and watched them excel much farther than I ever have at sports like soccer and softball, basketball, gymnastics and dance. I’ve sat and been there for them in their victories and held them as they cried in their defeats, just as I would have done had I been blessed with boys.
So to all of you questioners out there, I hope this was enlightening.
If you liked this, go to Huey’s personal blog at www.thisismylifewith4daughters.blogspot.com