In a little over three years’ time, I have gone from a man taking care of something beautiful that does not speak to a man answering questions that have absolutely no answer at all.
That’s right, I’ve joined the ranks of people with kids who have learned to speak. And while it’s a magical trip hearing their voices develop and sentences getting strung together, it also bares a bit of serious foreshadowing, too.
Because I know all too well that the day is coming when my kids are going to realize that with the flick of their tongues and the rumble of their lips, they can start to ask me things that I don’t ever want to hear.
Between this wired-up cyber age that we find ourselves in and the never-ending quest that nearly all kids find themselves on to seek out and own every damn material thing down the pike, I suspect that I am man on the precipice of a world of want.
Throw in the fact that before long, they’re going to be asking me for permissions to do stuff, crazy stuff/crazy stuff that scares the bejezus out of me, and what I think I done here is create my own little Frankenstein scenario … with not one, but two young monsters I may have created myself!
It’s okay, though. I mean, I know it’s coming and I will prepare myself as best I can, and beyond that … what can you do, you know?
I love being a dad more than anything in my world, but I have a sneaking suspicion that before long here, I’m gonna be looking back upon the diaper changing/crying fit days with deep nostalgia, as I make my way forward into the wild and savage land of a young girl and her little brother hitting me up for way more than I ever dreamed possible.
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