Thank you, sweetheart. This weekend I suppose I felt bit more deep in thought with the Posts and Reblogs.
Some days you feel like a better parent than others; yesterday was one of those days. Today will be as well, as I take my eldest on her Daddy-Daughter Date.
She is all “grown-up” she thinks, so I have to play along and act normal, maybe spoil her at the mall, maybe, just maybe, embarrass her a little at the mall by walking funny or dancing in public.
The day she was born changed everything for me. Everything. I still remember the feelings I had holding her the first times. You can never be prepared for the immense amount of emotions and love you have for someone until you hold your child. No relationship comes close even though we all say “we love you the same”, the reality is, the love for your kids is like a tidal wave compared to another.
Blows my mind when men (or women) mail it in is this area; I cannot nor will not ever want to respect a man, or woman, who bails on their kids or even just half-asses their role as a parent. I just can’t relate to them. I don’t want to. I don’t want know them. They are everything that is wrong with this world.
Thank you for this Ask. Sincerely. I got to go back in a place in my mind and think about My Little Bug and holding her as she drooled all over my arm while patting the burps out, changing her and really getting into Petunia Pickle Bottom diaper bags, and taking her on walks every Saturday morning, just her and me. Mr Bathtime – my “just us” time every day.
Her mere existence just opening me up to a whole new world of Dr Browns bottles, Similac vs Enfamil debates as I evaluate the consistency of her BMs because watching your kid cry from constipation is fucking heart-wrenchingly sad, and just falling in love with her over and over and waking up every single day never happier.
Hearing people tell me “wow, you really are a good dad”, and wondering to myself, “yeah, like who the fuck wouldn’t be. Have you seen her?”. She is obviously the best thing in the world. Then realizing to myself I will never look at a man with one ounce of respect who doesn’t feel the same way I feel about their own kids.
Thank You. You are not the only one with tears in your eyes. I’m on a cuddle mission now.