or ODE TO TEMPORARY SINGLE PARENTHOOD
or HOW PLAYING MOM MAKES ME MORE OF A MAN When Melissa to Uganda went,
for what we thought was an 8 week stint,
to single parenthood I was sent.
Uganda!
So household duties I undertook,
to wash, and clean, and sometimes cook,
without instructions from a book.
Uganda!
I’m wearing my beard like a manly man,
fuzzy and macho is what I am,
especially rolling in the mini-van.
Uganda!
At many of my ways Melissa sighs.
When we’re on Skype she rolls her eyes,
because toilet humor is on the rise.
Uganda!
“Time for school, go get ready!”
“Brush your teeth it’s time for beddy!”
“Dad, why’d you make four pounds of spaghetti?”
Uganda!
So many tasks, I will not fail,
I’ll perform them all ‘cause I’m a male,
except the dreaded ponytail.
Uganda!
Ugandan shops leave much to desire,
so we’ll mail some goodies to relieve her ire.
How big of a box does her dumb dog require?
Uganda!
I think of myself as rugged and rough,
of football and buffets I can’t get enough.
So could I be a mom? I’m not quite that tough.
Uganda!
When I’m with the Lord I thankfully pray,
for the chance to know my girls in a whole new way,
and when we’re all back together…what a beautiful day.
Uganda.
