Bizy Moms Once Wishing To Be a Trophy, Now Want One
There was a day when we looked at the Trophy Wife with a tinge of envy that was before the dawn-of-the-Dad the “Trophy Dad”.
Bizy Moms realize its high-noon. It was still early morn when we ended our workday driving past a mom stumbling along hunched over; under the weight of a 63-pound baby in his body-carrier backpack as dad strolled beside them casually swinging a golf club.
Yes, High Noon, ladies. How can we tell? I was certain when I drove into my own neighborhood recently and there they were – He and She Average Parents. He pushes a stroller with giggling 18-month-old twins, she casually swinging the leash of the family dog. She smiled at her Trophy Dad. This woman obviously was in no way concerned with her position on the Trophy Wife scale.
And lucky these Dads are. No starvation diets. No sweating at “Shapes” all female gyms across the country. No turning the lamp down to dim the room when gazing at himself in his bikini hoping he looks better in the dark. Lucky boy, all he has to do is master stir-fry, stay on schedule when his turn comes to car-pool, pick up the latest “Harry Potter”, and not forget that Friday pediatrician check up.
Do we love Trophy Dads?
They are taking to modern motherhood very well it appears. They entered the work force, became established bread earners right beside their counterparts. When the family fertility clock started to tick louder, they altered their work hours in order to get home and do that “second shift”, feed the kids, get homework started, load the dishwasher.
It turned out to be more exhausting, insane, and impossible than first thought. After building up stamina, it is also genuinely fulfilling. Sure, once in a while they fall asleep standing up in the shower, but it’s rare, as is the case with mom since Trophy Dad carries part of the parenting load.
Why men rose to meet family needs, nobody is sure. Maybe after moms set fire to his winnings after he invited his posse over once too often for Wednesday night poker. Maybe it was finding that stack of To-Dos he frequently wrote to her, smelling of shaving cream and some sink cleaner he suspected to be a throw-off of nuclear waste. It might very well have been leaving Linda and her sister at the Girl Scout club meeting when it conflicted with his Tee-time. Some choose to believe Trophy Dads evolved as a result of having succeeded in other areas of family life, that men eventually stepped up to the plate after decades of watching women knock themselves out as men mumbled, “It can’t be that hard.”
Once acclimated to parenthood, true parenthood Trophy Dads deem their work success as being able to spend more time with the family. They are known to oft state that time to be the period they enjoy most. Of all spare time choices, enjoying being part of their children’s growing up is the best time in a parent’s life.
No longer considered wimpy for devotion to small children, Trophy Dads may partly have come about due to very successfully manly men like Financier Ken Cramer bragging about being a Trophy Dad. Uber stock trader Warren Buffet’s pride in taking part in his family, he would qualify as a Trophy Granddad. Viacom owner Sumner Redstone was well known for devotion to his own, a Trophy Dad before his time. Tiger Woods is reportedly a Trophy Dad.
Anyone who doubted that it is just the few mentioned might be interested in the fact more men then ever before say, “Time with their family is the thing they are most likely to do in their spare time,” says Analyst Peter Rose. His company, Trend Watching found the “52% of men in that category last year has risen to 72 percent today.”
Should one question those numbers, you need only look around you. I was stopped in my tracks a month ago when seeing a dad with a quite young, I would guess maybe 6 or 7 month old baby playing with it as he walked grocery aisles. This baby could hold it’s head up, so proud to be out with Trophy Dad.
I read an article about a man reportedly named Goldsmith, who claimed to be in the market for whatever freed up more time with his family. Even though he purchased a not inexpensive riding-lawn mower it required so much time he hired somebody else to ride it. He’s the Trophy Dad of the week in our book.
Our next-door neighbor, Danny, an engineer able to restructure his retirement plan with the city that employs him so he can teach his teen daughter to drive a car himself, wanting to make sure she understands safety and how important her safety is to him. Trophy Dad of the Month.
Then there’s a leading attorney in this city with a beautiful trophy wife, wistful thin blonde, lower body that’d fit into a Pez dispenser, top half Dolly Parton, who grew up in the backcountry of the country tiny town of, Barstow.
She epitomizes the Trophy Wife so they’re still around… But unlike a highly prized Trophy Dad, when returning from her shopping trips and manicurist she doesn’t load the dishwasher. Matter of fact you can bet married or not she’s looking for a Trophy Dad.
Copyright (c) Strasbaugh 2007