Who has more fun? Dads do, obviously. My husband strolls down the street wearing the baby, and strangers line up to high five him, every victorious daddy step of the way. He's got a baby swing in his office, and his co-worker dudes are all, "You're so responsible, you should earn 40% more than childless men and 100% more than lazy, distracted working mothers!"
At family gatherings, his relatives are absolutely bowled over as he heroically bounces our smiley bean on his knee. (One relative pulled me aside to make sure I was bringing him beer and plates of food while he performed this feat).
As a single mom says to Louis C.K. when he attends a PTA meeting, "Just by showing up, you're Father of the Year."
So that's what I'm going for. Father of the Year. Today I've got a meeting with my nine year-old son's music teacher. Apparently he was playing "patty cake" at the end of class with his friend while the other students were packing up. This requires a stern meeting in the middle of the work day. I will show up, nod, and BAM! I'm Father of the Day. I attended a parent-teacher conference.
Mothering like a dad is more of a state of mind than anything. When you travel, and the inevitable question is asked, "Who is looking after your children?" -- don't break character! -- just answer as a father would: "Their other parent, of course."
You may not get the high fives or money or awards or plates of food, but you won't get the suffocating guilt that comes with being a good-enough mom, either.