It's September now. It's the month that has represented the ultimate change in my life this year. My baby is due on the 25th. The anticipation is killing me. And, in the last few weeks, the fear has set in. I know all dads are afraid when their first child is coming. It's natural. But I'm not afraid because I don't know what to excpect or what to do. I'm afraid because I know myself. I have no tenacity. I get a goal in my head and pursue it for a week or two, but as soon as it gets hard, I quit. I say I never really wanted it. I make excuses for not pursuing. And right now, the goal I have set for myself is being a good father. I've been online all day reading parenting articles. I've been imagining what she'll be like. But, I know that a few weeks after she's born I'll be tired and become unattentive. I'll set a pattern for myself of pacifying her so I can do what I want. I'll pass her off more than I should. But I can't say that I Never really wanted her. There is no excuse for me failing as a parent. Growing up, I had a very clear sense that my dad provided for me, but my mom raised me. I don't want that for my little girl. I don't want her to feel awkward around her father 80% of the time. I don't want her to have to hide the way she's feeling from her dad. I want my daughter to grow up know that she is loved consistntly every second. So, how do I avoid half-assing parenting?
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