I’ve been a father for over a year and a half now, and I’m amazed by how much I love it more and more each day. Of course, part of that is due to my ever-growing love of my daughter, but right now I’m purely talking about my love of fatherhood itself.
If you had talked to me 5 years ago about the idea of not only being married, but also about me having kids, I would have agreed that it’s something I wanted, but not for anytime in the near future. In fact, that’s a conversation my wife and I had many times before I finally popped the question.
I didn’t feel ready. I wanted to make sure I was stable enough occupation-wise to really be able to do both duties to the best of my ability. And that’s still the case. I really wish I had that fulfilling career already.
But I don’t regret a single one of those choices. I love being a husband, and I love being a father. I love exploring the world with these two ladies and getting to see things through both of their eyes. It makes the exploration that much more wonderful. And helping my daughter to grow, to get past her fears (this weekend it was a fear of large animals we battled) and get down to just enjoying the world around her.
I love it.
And if I ever get this writing career off the ground, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle how awesome life would be.