I survived one year of being a dad. Over the past year, I've used this blog as a sort of punching bag-- I thought it'd be fun (for me anyway), to look back over the past year to see what being someone's parent has taught me. Some if it I probably knew already, some if came out of left field- but all of it will stick with me. Here's a gander at what I learned:
I wasn't fully prepared for what I may see on delivery day.
I don't ever want to have to see my little girl in the hospital ever again.
Children's playthings can be haunting.
I may never show up on time again.
Happy to not have lost my outward inner-child.
Later in the year, we did discover zippers.Glorious.
Who knew I'd get so much nourishment from feeding a baby.
I talk to a lot more strangers now.
Who needs to sleep in, anyway?
Wait- parenthood isn't a competitive sport?
Why wouldn't I want to save myself some precious time?
I don't want to see it.
Everybody does it-- and you kind of have to, especially in NYC.
I'm a man- but that doesn't mean my ovaries can't ache.
Yes, pink.
Sometimes, you just have to say it in a haiku.
What an informative and draining year it was... no break though, year two lies ahead!!
1 comment:
aaah, happy belated father's day, jay! aaah, that story about what you might see during delivery ... YOWZA. thanks for the reality check. this is why people talk about storks. (or why people *allegedly* talk about storks. no one talked storks to me seriously.)
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