Ok, so none of you care.. but I figured I'd share this.
A bit of background. I'm fairly young, and the unexpected happened and became a dad about 7 months ago. Been involved and all that of course, but lost my job about a month after he was born due to layoffs. Been trying to make it happen via hosting and freelance perl work ever since. But anyways.
It just hit me today I think that I'm really "a dad". he learned how to crawl about 2 weeks ago, and just today figured out how to follow me to room to room while I do household stuff like clean or whatnot. A couple times today I'd set him down and he'd start crying, and then come and find me and hang onto my leg until I picked him up. I think after thinking about that it finally "hit" what this is all about. Probably the most powerful feeling of my life, thus far. I now realize the love I feel for him is greater than any love I've ever had for anyone. It's just a strange (and good) feeling.
Anyone else (fathers, heck.. even mothers) have some sort of experiences like this? Or did it just "hit" you the second the little guy/gal was born that you were a parent and life was "different" somehow. I can't say it truly hit at the hospital, but now I think I can safely say I can. This little guy is counting on me, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let him down. Gives a totally new perspective on life. Perhaps I should try to mend things a lot more with his mother (we're still together, although barely.. Probably both our faults), I dunno.
Anyways, just sharing. I'm sure the 3-4 shots of vodka had nothing to do with this.
-Phil
A bit of background. I'm fairly young, and the unexpected happened and became a dad about 7 months ago. Been involved and all that of course, but lost my job about a month after he was born due to layoffs. Been trying to make it happen via hosting and freelance perl work ever since. But anyways.
It just hit me today I think that I'm really "a dad". he learned how to crawl about 2 weeks ago, and just today figured out how to follow me to room to room while I do household stuff like clean or whatnot. A couple times today I'd set him down and he'd start crying, and then come and find me and hang onto my leg until I picked him up. I think after thinking about that it finally "hit" what this is all about. Probably the most powerful feeling of my life, thus far. I now realize the love I feel for him is greater than any love I've ever had for anyone. It's just a strange (and good) feeling.
Anyone else (fathers, heck.. even mothers) have some sort of experiences like this? Or did it just "hit" you the second the little guy/gal was born that you were a parent and life was "different" somehow. I can't say it truly hit at the hospital, but now I think I can safely say I can. This little guy is counting on me, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let him down. Gives a totally new perspective on life. Perhaps I should try to mend things a lot more with his mother (we're still together, although barely.. Probably both our faults), I dunno.
Anyways, just sharing. I'm sure the 3-4 shots of vodka had nothing to do with this.
-Phil
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