My husband is the cool parent. The easy-going, "aww, let em stay up late to watch Mythbusters," fun parent. He disciplines too, for sure, and we work well as a team. But, I think if my kids had to label us, I would be the bossy one, and he would be the fun one.
That sucks sometimes.
I don't mind that they know I mean business when I give them "the look." They know mom knows - that mom sees all. That mom will put the smack down if she has too. Those are good things, but I miss the other stuff sometimes.
Compared to a lot of parents, I'm probably pretty darn fun - I think. I let them jump on the furniture. They sometimes get to sleep in, on a school day, just because. Make crazy food concoctions, as if my kitchen were a laboratory, for the fun of it.
Even still, to them, I am McBossy, and he is McFun.
But....but...I have the ice cream.
I give three scoops. He gives two.
He lets me win that one. He points out that "Hey, Mom is the one that hooks you up. I'm sorry, I can only give you two scoops. Guess Mom beats me on that." He probably wants to give them four. But he doesn't. He lets me have a beautiful, fun mom moment.
I have the ice cream. I'm the fun Mom that gives three scoops.