Posted on 02/12/2017 5:37:01 AM PST by Kaslin
Its been a weird couple of years for me, a time of adjustment, if you will. Nothing overwhelming, just nothing that comes naturally.
In September 2015, I got married. Its a scary event for a lot of people, but for me, it was simply fun but a lot of work and a relief when it was done.
But come the end of May, I will cross another bridge. I will become a father for the first. And to say Im a little freaked out by the prospect is an understatement. What I tell my listeners and friends is, You spend your whole life trying to avoid something, then you go and do it on purpose
Yeah, Im nervous. No bit of advice, no reading, no nothing is going to prepare me for the gathering storm of crying and diapers, or crying over diapers.
We know its a girl. Thats another area about which I know nothing. The journey into parenthood is a mystery my wife and I look forward to facing together, but at least she is prepared on that front. Well, as prepared as anyone can be to impart knowledge you dont even know how you acquired.
Still, I couldnt be more thankful to have her. Shes handling this much better than I am. Shes nervous, yes. But shes a voracious reader and, unlike me, it helps her.
We have our parents, thankfully. Were two rarities in the 21st century whose parents not only are still married but still in love. Hers have raised two girls; mine have three to their credit.
Unfortunately we are both the youngest in our families, so we didnt witness raising girls, even though she experienced it firsthand. Were in need of getting to the other side of a frozen river in a hurry and spring has sprung; the ice is thin. Thank God shes several steps ahead of me.
Well get to the other side, but the creaking of the ice leads to some tossing and turning at night.
I asked my parents if they had any advice for raising a girl. I think theyre enjoying my panic, to be honest. After the obligatory Youll do fine, my father offered more of a statement than advice. He said, Girls are easy, until theyre 13. Then they think they know everything and will act like they hate you a lot.
Well, that didnt sound very promising a decade and a third of joy to come crashing down when the teen years hit. But my father wasnt done. Around 18 they realize they dont know everything, and they become fun again. He then laughed. There must be something about being a parent that gives joy in seeing your child worry over things in which you have complete faith in them. I dont know it, but I look forward to ribbing my own children one day.
But before that day, I imagine there will be many others of panic, joy, laughter, confusion, contentment, as well as lots of diapers, tears and smiles. I dont know about the order. I dont know about the frequency. I assume many will come in bunches, sometimes all at once. As terrifying as it is, Im very much looking forward to it.
The end of May still seems so far away, but with the shadow cast by every setting sun, I know it grows closer.
My wife is showing in the middle, like she ate a volleyball. Otherwise youd never know theres a storm gathering inside her. Were moving to the stage of discussing names.
Ok, not discussing, really. Its more like we are both supposed to come up with a list of five and sit down to discard the filler and sell the other on the one we really want. Its bizarre to think you have the power to decide what another human being will be called for her entire life. How do you do that right?
If given the choice, I dont know that I would have gone with Derek. Nothing against it; its much better than the runner-up Scott. Nothing against Scotts out there; Ive just never felt like one. But Ive spent a lifetime correcting people who misspelled Derek.
Actually, I probably would choose Derek, if only for the stories. My best friends mother, before she passed away, never spelled it right when shed write on a scratchpad that Id called. She also never spelled it wrong the same way twice in a row. I like being able to tell that story.
But what to call my daughter? I dont want it to be common, but I dont want it to be something Gwyneth Paltrow would name her kid either. Theres still time, I guess.
Thats not really true, I have my list already. Four fillers and the favorite. The trick now is to convince my wife that my favorite is her favorite, that it was almost her idea, while not tipping my hand. I assume shes plotting the same.
As the summit nears, so does the babys arrival.
Such a weird, weird feeling. You spend your whole life trying to avoid something
I cant wait.
I hope she takes after her mother and avoids guys like me. At least until theyre old enough, smart enough, to be ready. Or I hope she becomes a nun. Either one.
She's 18 now, and I couldn't be prouder of her. She is truly my shining star, which I tell her often when not joking about her only having one brain cell (it's a running joke between us -- trust me she gives as good as she gets).
Anyway, for what it's worth, I'll pass on my recipe for being the perfect father:
20% Andy Griffith:
20% Lucas McCain:
20% Gunnery Sergeant Hartmann:
20% Al Bundy:
20% Peter Griffin:
That photo showing a container of deadly baby powder is sure to put liberals in a rage.
/sarcasm
Oops. That first one thould have been Sheriff Andy Taylor. (Andy Griffith not so much).
My recipe: 10% Homer Simpson, 90% Hank Hill (both among the few characters that bother attending religious services weekly).
Be there for your children. In every way. They won’t let you down.
Answer every question honestly, openly, and if you don’t know the answer... show them how to get it.
And a lot of laughter
With both my deliveries I insisted that Mr. Mercat name them. He did okay.
Welcome to the “club”. There is no “art” to parenting and raising a child is not something you read from a book. My advise would be to care for them, tolerate them, educate them, provide for them and most importantly, love them with all your heart. You’ll easily make it through because you obviously already “care”.
80% Ward Cleaver
20% Archie Bunker
This guy is really overthinking this.
Good lord !
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Thanks, but I’m not the “newbie” (my oldest is preparing for college); the person in the article is new to fatherhood.
He’s probably a Gen Xer...
It’s not like he’s the first guy to procreate on the planet...
What a bunch of prattle...
My suggestion for Derek is first off you are a Father, a Dad :)
You are NOT a baby daddy. Why title your column with a term that suggests you are not married to the mother, you’re a lousy father and such negative connotations. Did you look up the definition of baby daddy before using it in your title?
What did it for me, a life changer was when I first looked into my babys eyes for the first time and we locked for ever
Right Ronnie.....Derek’ll take one look at the tiny pink bundle and he’ll be hopelessly in love forever.
I find the terms “baby daddy” and “baby mama” to be among the most odious terms in the modern vernacular.
“baby daddy” in particular assigns to the possessor, in many cases deservedly so, the role of DNA donor, and nothing more.
I agree, completely trashy.
Best advice I can give to the father-to-be is this: keep your daughter out of public schools. Home-school, private or parochial. Just not public.
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