Three-and-a-half years ago, when I first became a dad, I had no idea what I was in for.
No one ever knows, really.
One day you’re standing there, caught up in your own world, thinking about how you can make your life better; thinking about what you can’t wait to do this weekend, and the next minute: everything has changed forever, in a zillion different ways. Of course, how you handle it, whether or not you choose to run with that new life you’ve inherited, is the only true and genuine measure of whether you ever achieve that much-coveted, magical “Daddy” title in this world, as opposed to simply being a “Father.”
Anyone can be a father.
Only the very best can be a dad.
(And in that sense of the wordplay, Father’s Day should probably be called Daddy’s Day. But I guess that’s a whole different debate, huh?)
My point is that being a daddy, just like being a mommy, is such a wild and wonderful trip, with so many hills to climb/lessons to learn/tears to dry/and hugs to collect along the way that sometimes it hardly seems like we were even actually living before the whippersnappers came along. We were, obviously; we were alive and kicking; but we were only cruising around the backstreets, you know? We weren’t anywhere near the fast main drag of BabyTown that we were headed for, whether or not we even knew it.
Father’s Day comes once a year, and if people wanna buy me presents, that’s cool. I’m not about to stand in their way. Because, as dumb as I am, and as thick-headed and slow, one thing I have definitely come to recognize is that there are, in fact, some really decent gifts that can be bought with cash money.
But, then again, there are so many, many more that are as free as the sun in the late morning sky.
Here’s my list, then.
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