For years I have heard about the joy of parenting. Well, nine months ago, I was privileged to join this wonderful society. I am a dad! My son has allowed me to go places that I've never gone before; diapers, vaseline, cribs and play-pens. It has been the most humorous journey. But above all of the terrestrial characteristics of parenting, I am most humbled by the look in his eyes when he awakens, is distressed, or just in need of attention. His look brings me to my knees. I understand, partially, that I am to stay ahead of him, so that I can help him to become all that he was created to be. How frightening!!!
As I watch him playing, rolling, sleeping, and attempting to crawl, I feel a deep sense of love and protection. He is my little man! I must continue to live a life that will make him proud. I must continue to make new mistakes. I must strive to do everything that I can, so that he can learn from my life-lessons. I must be a dad!
I never knew what being a dad would be like...Now I have a clue...
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