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raystrobel47Well, by the time most folx read this, it'll be today, which is not just Sunday, but
I have a few thoughts on this, my first Father's Day that applies to me. The first is Holy-Fucking-Shit. I honestly think that after being blown away at seeing my daughter for the first time, this is the next biggest moment so far to make me go "Wow." Mainly because, well, Father's Day always meant my Dad. He was the dad, I was the son, and that's how it worked. For 32 years. And now that's changed forever. I'm a father. Never mind the fact that I'm still wrapping my brain around that nugget of info. Oh, I've been doing the job for four months and change, but it's still so much maintanence with her that I feel more like "Caretaker" than "Dad". I say it to her a lot- "Yes! Daddy loves it when you smile!" and she's there giving me a wide and toothless grin, but when someone else uses it when referring to me, it still seems foreign. Hell, I'm just now really getting used to "Husband" with Jenn (it has, after all, only been seven and an a half months since we've been married) and here I am rearing a child.
Because this is my first Father's Day, and because it'll be the only first Father's Day I'll ever experience (face it, a few years down the road I'll get used to this) I'd really like it to be special or live it up somehow. I'm excited about it. I think, "Dude! Those ads apply to me now!" and have a few possible Father's Day events I'd like to do: Go to a ball game with the family, go out to breakfast (too crowded, but yummy nonetheless) or have breakfast come to me, go to Dave 'n Busters (woo-hoo!), or a number of other activities. I'm sure I'll get at least one opportunity to live out all of them, but they're all still nebulous right now. It doesn't have to be fancy, but I'd like it to be special. Hell, you can give me a tie if it's cool or strange enough. Music teachers require strange ties. And cards. I like cards. I like getting them. They've gotten funnier over the years, and I hope our kid (and eventual kids) will have a decently warped sense of humor to get good cards for me. If so, then my effort will have been worth it ;-).
So I'm gonna be real thoughtful and kinda in awe tomorrow. Maybe I'll look like I'm walking through clouds or just stare off into space. I'm still taking all of this in, and I hope that it'll never feel less special to have such a beautiful and wonderful wife with a gorgeous and precious daughter. Holy-fucking-shit, I'm a father. Dude.
I have a few thoughts on this, my first Father's Day that applies to me. The first is Holy-Fucking-Shit. I honestly think that after being blown away at seeing my daughter for the first time, this is the next biggest moment so far to make me go "Wow." Mainly because, well, Father's Day always meant my Dad. He was the dad, I was the son, and that's how it worked. For 32 years. And now that's changed forever. I'm a father. Never mind the fact that I'm still wrapping my brain around that nugget of info. Oh, I've been doing the job for four months and change, but it's still so much maintanence with her that I feel more like "Caretaker" than "Dad". I say it to her a lot- "Yes! Daddy loves it when you smile!" and she's there giving me a wide and toothless grin, but when someone else uses it when referring to me, it still seems foreign. Hell, I'm just now really getting used to "Husband" with Jenn (it has, after all, only been seven and an a half months since we've been married) and here I am rearing a child.
Because this is my first Father's Day, and because it'll be the only first Father's Day I'll ever experience (face it, a few years down the road I'll get used to this) I'd really like it to be special or live it up somehow. I'm excited about it. I think, "Dude! Those ads apply to me now!" and have a few possible Father's Day events I'd like to do: Go to a ball game with the family, go out to breakfast (too crowded, but yummy nonetheless) or have breakfast come to me, go to Dave 'n Busters (woo-hoo!), or a number of other activities. I'm sure I'll get at least one opportunity to live out all of them, but they're all still nebulous right now. It doesn't have to be fancy, but I'd like it to be special. Hell, you can give me a tie if it's cool or strange enough. Music teachers require strange ties. And cards. I like cards. I like getting them. They've gotten funnier over the years, and I hope our kid (and eventual kids) will have a decently warped sense of humor to get good cards for me. If so, then my effort will have been worth it ;-).
So I'm gonna be real thoughtful and kinda in awe tomorrow. Maybe I'll look like I'm walking through clouds or just stare off into space. I'm still taking all of this in, and I hope that it'll never feel less special to have such a beautiful and wonderful wife with a gorgeous and precious daughter. Holy-fucking-shit, I'm a father. Dude.
