As a father, I have as much to learn from this growing ball of boy as I have to teach. Every day, he’s letting me know what I’m doing wrong, and I’ve learned by trial and error what makes him tick. So what else will he teach me? Just this morning I learned a new color upon opening up my son's diaper. Not sure I'll be seeing that one in a Crayola box anytime soon.
So where to today? Or tomorrow? I have a feeling that he will have me doing things I never thought possible. For instance, a few days after he was born I felt weird carrying a breast pump machine through the halls of the hospital. If I only knew what was coming.
Watching him smile and wiggle and grow I know that this part of the journey that I thought would be so long and arduous is actually happening all too fast. Today I’m holding his tiny little bottom in my arms and tomorrow I’ll be helping him learn the alphabet. And then Spanish homework, or basketball practice, maybe I’ll even coach, who knows?
Right now, I still can’t believe that he’s here, and that I helped create him. It all seems too amazing.