The Rise of the Second Time Superdad

When I was planning this piece, in honour of Father’s Day, it was an embittered rant at the injustice of a partner who has moved on to a second family and embraced his role with the verve and enthusiasm that I never witnessed when he was part of our family.

Even after years of being divorced and life having moved on considerably, I still harbour a tremendous feeling of injustice that another woman and two other children are getting the husband and father that we should have had.

Why should we have been the practise models? How utterly galling that the man who never got up to a crying child in the night, never went to a parents’ evening or school fete, had no interest in swimming classes, ballet lessons, family picnics at the beach – this very same man has now risen from the ashes as SUPERDAD. Superdad A quick straw poll of same-boat contemporaries tells me that this is not an unusual phenomenon. The man who re-invents himself for his second wife and family can be found all over the place, holding the tape at sports day, pacing the floor at a colic-o-clock, spending hours browsing the lists of GCSE choices.

When his superdad activities are finished for the day (or should I say, in a lull – his work is never completely done) he turns his attention to his partner. Cup of tea? Lie in? Night out with your friends while I stay at home with the children? No problem, her wish is his command.

Light years away from the diffident egocentric hedonist who demanded a totally quiet house until at least 10.00am every weekend lest his sleep be disturbed. Eons away from the reluctant ‘babysitter’ who invariably broke up a girls night because the baby ‘won’t stop crying’.

Why should it be that this group of second time rounders have finally honed the skills that were so sadly lacking the first time? It could be the simple fact that they were so unhappy that they had no interest in that family. It could be that they had not grown up enough to actually be a grown up. It could be that the various pennies took a while to drop, and, had the partnership lasted for longer, then the learning curve would have flattened out and family number one would reaped the benefits.

I think, in my case, it is probably a combination of all these things which is sad. Annoying too, but mostly just really sad.

But, and here is the sugar chaser to my bitter introspection, in planning and writing this post I have realized something that makes it all feel quite a lot better. Although I may feel hard done by and cheated by the rise of superdad, my children do not. They have only happy memories of the time he was with us, because they had no expectations and just took what they could and loved it. Also, they are now benefitting from his re-incarnation because I am very fortunate that they have regular contact and so he not only superdad to his two new children but also his two older ones.

So, even though I wince at every tale of their familial bliss, and still feel a physical pain in my heart to know that they are living the life I had planned, I need to channel Idina Menzel and ‘Let it Go’ because my children still love their superdad, second time round or not. And that is all that matters.


2 thoughts on “The Rise of the Second Time Superdad

  1. Emma asante says:

    I see this with so many people and wonder the exact same thing but like you say your children had/have no expectations and therefore will not be made to feel second rate. As hard as it is don’t let thoughts of this swallow you up. Much love 💕


  2. Claire Jacobs (@vampybear) says:

    I love the way you write!!!

    I see this with my ex as hes a better step father and boyfriend to his new lady, which is upsetting as I was the one who broke the horse in for her to ride, but I always remind myself that nothing is as good as it appears, and people never truly change, so I imagine she may start to see his bad side one day.

    And like you I am just thankful he is finally being a better father, so now it’s time to go find me a better partner! lol



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