No. There will be no little chat. I'll cover you, kiss you goodbye, and leave the talk for later.
I'll listen to your feelings, I'll put myself in your stead, but chances are, I won't promise you something I may not deliver.
I'll most likely deploy intellect and insidious acumen of the highest magnitude to concoct the blueprints of flawless crimes against humanity, in this case, hiding things I deem don't necessary require having you worried over, for I care about your well-being.
Picture a valiant man of honor who'd pierce through the demons threatning his loved ones and protecting them with ferocious and unwavering volition. He's their sword, and their shield.
So am I.
I wouldn't require you to go on the battlefield, to fight, put yourself in harm's way, while I'm here. It is that care and compassion while you're attending to my wounds which gives me strength and power. I'd likely wouldn't have done many things if you weren't there, but just because I have the firm knowledge that you will, I can surpass my wildest limitations.
I highly respect the virtue you're displaying. This comes to confirm why I chose you as my bride.
That link which you describe, I have lived it with my own mother. Sacrifice beyond the ordinary. My dad was an INTJ, absolutely protective of us, used to conceal many things. She could read him like no one else could. Even when she was dying, seeing him besides her, they had this aura of passionate and out-of-this-world and awe-inspiring endearment. I was very privileged to be their son.
My mother knew about his nature, and she let him do what he wants to do. I would ask her "Where is my father?", and she would answer "Your father is being your father like always", and we'd almost sigh together. Of course she cannot hide her worry, she's a wife and a mother, but she had great faith in him, and she never made him feel guilty for anything. I slowly understood his behavior as I'm growing up and analyzing my own. She fed him love, motivation, acceptance, and infinite warmth, while he was the charismatic and protective emblem of our family. He died years after she passed away in grieve and yearning. Even as the rock he was, the greatest warrior made of steel he was, he couldn't stand living without her after all these years. Her name was the last thing he said.
As much I'd make a standing ovation for the fondness and motherly affections you're showcasing, I won't let you come in my feelings' way about you, nor about our children.
I see a great deal of similarities between what you describe of your parents and my parents as well as some stark (stark? I'm not sure if that's right) differences...but I too hit the father jackpot with an INTJ dad. My father is rough around the edges though and routinely, unintentionally trampled all over e7 Positive Outlook when I was a child...but all things good and honorable and true in me and my experience...all of those roads lead back to him.
I'm not entirely sure what you are expressing in your last paragraph but I *think* I understand. I am an overidealist...and overidealists know they know best... but with constant reminding I may be able to keep it in the forefront of my mind that there's this thing called "reality" and "other people's experience."