When I was younger, I used to imagine how my kid(s) would look like. Imagined how I’d changed their diapers, teach their first word, read bedtime stories and a many things a father would do. Yes, I am one of those few boys who love kids. I was the strange one.
Despite having a soft spot for kids, I never wanted to own the responsibilities of raising a human being. It was too much to handle for me.
But God have His way, we were blessed with a beautiful child.
The tiny chores, changing diapers, patting to sleep, teaching words, washing off the poop were nothing mystical. It is easy when you’ve done enough to break your noob-ity. Like Miyagi said, everything is impossible if you did it the first time. Some how I enjoy being able to do this and bachelorhood seems like a thing of the past.
Now, I come home to two tired ladies, one needed an evening nap, the second couldn’t wait to have her dinner. For once, I feel needed. I feel like I finally belong somewhere and that without me, they’d miss me like crazy. I have Allah to thank.
Happy 1st Father’s Day to Me.