April 24, 2007
Man and WIHF
My wife and I are working parents. She’s a family doctor and I, as a friend once joked, am the doctor’s wife. Nowadays, that’s “WIHF.” Before I’d read Ellen Lupton’s Voice essay, I had no idea terms like “Working In Home Father” existed. Or is it “Working At Home Father”—WAHF? No. Sounds too much like other WAFs: Women in the Air Force, the World Armwrestling Federation, the Workers Autonomous Federation, a Chinese union. Yes, I’m an exploited WWII pilot, arm-wrestling Chinese women. “Hold your grievances, boys. We’ve got a textile worker at two o’clock. Dive, dive!”
My mind flits like this, from light to light, as I stand and slice apples or sit and set type. I star in Daddy Day Care meets The Shining. This is the crazy that working parenting is. Take a WIHF.
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