Hi, Clarke.
I've seen you on TV and in photos, but probably wouldn't recognise you if you turned up on my Papamoa doorstep. You won't, which is fine, though I never refuse fresh-caught fish. So, if you're trolling the Bay of Plenty, and have an extra snapper or three ... never mind. Here's what I want to share:
I've read the alleged "breaking news" where you're accused of riding your Prime Minister partner's coat-tails, lapping up whatever spotlight spills your way. Let's move beyond teapot tempests and talk about something real and positive: you're going to become a father. You plan to be a stay-at-home Dad.
How fantastic is that? It's 2018, and though this should be old hat, it's still mostly women who stay home with Bubs for at least the first few months, wiping mouths and bums, enduring boredom, isolation and endless washing, along with first smiles, giggles and raspberries on pudgy bellies. Mostly, men still kiss their wife/partner and Bubs goodbye and go to work, where everyone speaks in (mostly) coherent sentences, the only person you must feed is yourself, and no one vomits on your shirt (unless you count the 2012 Christmas party, and we're trying to forget that).
When your partner's running the country, it makes sense for Dad to stay home. You could go the nanny or childcare centre route, and you might decide to do this after a while. However, that means nanny cams, visiting, vetting and knowing someone else is watching your kid babble and pull herself to a standing position. You remind yourself how lucky you are to be able to make such a decision, because, for many families, it's back to work for both parents just as Bubs is starting to hold up her head.