From the moment I heard the concept, I knew it would reach far beyond dads-to-be and grab onto everyone withing arm’s length.
Say their names and I see a snapshot from long ago. Their ages far exceed my my memories.
They eat cereal from between couch cushions, “miss” the potty, and put peanut butter in their pockets to save for later.
I watch though the lens of my camera and the lens of my fatherhood and can’t believe what I am seeing.
As soon as we opened the door, she became the most fragile thing in our home.
I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.
A voice in my head whispered, “Why did you do that? What do you know about babies?”
Whether he speaks or has Autism is just a facet of his personality. If anything changes, we’ll be there. If it doesn’t, we will be there for that too.
You will be both on a pedestal and under a magnifying glass all at once. It will last for the rest of your lives.
So many people like to preach about the importance of fathers in a family unit but then look down on them when they arrive pushing a stroller.