I believe that most of you know that I am a proud dad. How could I not be?
But, I also happen to be a very proud husband.
Today was, Sophie-Daddy day and I had some errands to run which included meeting with a couple of people at the School District office.
“Can I bring my daughter with me?” I asked over the phone, just to be sure.
“Of course, your girls are wonderful,” The lady on the other end of line had recognized that I was Tammy’s husband by my last name. She knew Tammy, Malia, Jaida, and had met Sophie when she was still in a carrier.
I pulled into the parking lot in front of the district office and Sophie yelled out from the back seat that she remembered this place.
“I got a treat here last time,” Sophie said excitedly. It was close to, if not over, a year ago. I am always amazed at the little things that she remembers. But of course a treat would have been big deal to a 3 year old.
Once inside, we sat waiting for my first meeting, when a lady came out and asked Sophie why she looked so familiar. I helped Sophie out and told the lady that we were there a few months ago. Then I mentioned who my wife was and she lit up, came in close to shake my hand, looking at me as if I was married to a celebrity. I half expected her to say, ‘So you’re Mr. Tammy?’
“Oh my gosh, tell your sisters, Malia and Jaida, I said hi,” she said to Sophie. I was impressed that she knew their names.
“Your wife is wonderful,” she said to me without going into specifics or giving an example. She didn’t have to. I know she is. She asked me if she could give Sophie a treat. Sophie looked up at me with a huge smile stretched out over her face. The look on her face said, told ya’.
~ ~ ~
Our next meeting was in another part of the district office. The gentleman I was there to see was getting ready for an appointment. The lady who greeted me asked if there was anything that she could help me with. I explained the nature of my business and that my wife had said to talk with Mr. _____ in that office. When I mentioned Tammy Barrow she immediately recognized it as well.
“Oh hi, you’re Mr. Barrow. Your wife is amazing.” I never get tired of hearing this.
She went on and on about how incredible a job Tammy had been doing with running Math Field Day. She went on about how it is one event that she isn’t concerned about because Tammy runs it impeccably and it is always a great success.
She talked about how amazing Tammy is as a teacher. How she will be forever grateful for Tammy helping her daughter out with some math tutoring while she was in high school.
“She was so good with my daughter,” she shared, “Tammy is wonderful.”
At this point I remembered that I had met her before. Just outside the district office a couple of years ago. I remember her sharing this same story and at the time being equally proud that it was my wife she was talking about.
She asked if Sophie was in pre-school. I explained that she had taken a day off for our special day.
“I bet she is as smart as her older sisters.”
I told her about Malia making Student Council President and how all of our girls blow us away daily with their intelligence, wit, compassion, and their sense of humor.
Then she said this, “I heard you are a wonderful dad.”
I appreciate hearing that, but lately it has been bitter-sweet to me.
“Tammy is lucky to have you.” She added.
I thanked her and shared how lucky our girls and I are to have Tammy. I gave her an update on how Tammy is working on her second Master’s, this one in administration and how she is even more actively involved in school sight counseling and district meetings.
But, to me more important than anything else, is how she still makes the time to be a wonderful wife to me and an amazing mother to our girls.
If she would have called me Mr. Tammy, I wouldn’t have minded.
So yeah, I am a very proud husband. How could I not be?
But, I also happen to be a very proud husband.
Today was, Sophie-Daddy day and I had some errands to run which included meeting with a couple of people at the School District office.
“Can I bring my daughter with me?” I asked over the phone, just to be sure.
“Of course, your girls are wonderful,” The lady on the other end of line had recognized that I was Tammy’s husband by my last name. She knew Tammy, Malia, Jaida, and had met Sophie when she was still in a carrier.
I pulled into the parking lot in front of the district office and Sophie yelled out from the back seat that she remembered this place.
“I got a treat here last time,” Sophie said excitedly. It was close to, if not over, a year ago. I am always amazed at the little things that she remembers. But of course a treat would have been big deal to a 3 year old.
Once inside, we sat waiting for my first meeting, when a lady came out and asked Sophie why she looked so familiar. I helped Sophie out and told the lady that we were there a few months ago. Then I mentioned who my wife was and she lit up, came in close to shake my hand, looking at me as if I was married to a celebrity. I half expected her to say, ‘So you’re Mr. Tammy?’
“Oh my gosh, tell your sisters, Malia and Jaida, I said hi,” she said to Sophie. I was impressed that she knew their names.
“Your wife is wonderful,” she said to me without going into specifics or giving an example. She didn’t have to. I know she is. She asked me if she could give Sophie a treat. Sophie looked up at me with a huge smile stretched out over her face. The look on her face said, told ya’.
~ ~ ~
Our next meeting was in another part of the district office. The gentleman I was there to see was getting ready for an appointment. The lady who greeted me asked if there was anything that she could help me with. I explained the nature of my business and that my wife had said to talk with Mr. _____ in that office. When I mentioned Tammy Barrow she immediately recognized it as well.
“Oh hi, you’re Mr. Barrow. Your wife is amazing.” I never get tired of hearing this.
She went on and on about how incredible a job Tammy had been doing with running Math Field Day. She went on about how it is one event that she isn’t concerned about because Tammy runs it impeccably and it is always a great success.
She talked about how amazing Tammy is as a teacher. How she will be forever grateful for Tammy helping her daughter out with some math tutoring while she was in high school.
“She was so good with my daughter,” she shared, “Tammy is wonderful.”
At this point I remembered that I had met her before. Just outside the district office a couple of years ago. I remember her sharing this same story and at the time being equally proud that it was my wife she was talking about.
She asked if Sophie was in pre-school. I explained that she had taken a day off for our special day.
“I bet she is as smart as her older sisters.”
I told her about Malia making Student Council President and how all of our girls blow us away daily with their intelligence, wit, compassion, and their sense of humor.
Then she said this, “I heard you are a wonderful dad.”
I appreciate hearing that, but lately it has been bitter-sweet to me.
“Tammy is lucky to have you.” She added.
I thanked her and shared how lucky our girls and I are to have Tammy. I gave her an update on how Tammy is working on her second Master’s, this one in administration and how she is even more actively involved in school sight counseling and district meetings.
But, to me more important than anything else, is how she still makes the time to be a wonderful wife to me and an amazing mother to our girls.
If she would have called me Mr. Tammy, I wouldn’t have minded.
So yeah, I am a very proud husband. How could I not be?
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