Today my son, aka Stud/Luke William/the next great
I am going to spare you all the post that says I am amazed at how fast he has grown up (seriously, I am amazed at how fast he has grown up). I am instead going to focus on myself, because really that is what I do best.
All I really ever wanted was to be a dad. I can remember being in high school and thinking this. I know it was partly because my father and I did not have the best relationship and I wanted a chance to show a son the love I did not feel I was getting.
So when Luke was born (wow...he's growing up so fast), I literally got the only job I ever wanted, father. Of course like any other job, there is a honeymoon period, followed by the harsh reality of what you are really getting into.
For me my honeymoon period last about five minutes, no kidding. I was dead set that I would never name my kid after me. I was named after my father and I was always referred to as Little Marc. I did not want my son to be in my shadow or have that terrible nickname, so I chose Luke (my ex chose my daughter's name). As I held him for the first time, I looked into his perfect little face with his perfect little nose and I immediately thought he looked like a Marc. My son was five minutes old and already he was causing me stress (don't worry I grounded him). Luckily for me, and more for him, I came around and realized that he was a Luke.
I still remember bringing him home in his little Winnie the Pooh outfit and then not sleeping at all for the first two days (now I can sleep thru just about anything). First I, along with my ex, would immediately react every time we heard a noise. Of course when he was quiet we hovered over him even quicker.
I used to have a weak stomach...yeah, that went out the window within a day. When you change as many diapers (where do those mustard-looking things in a newborn's poop come from) as I have, you start to get an iron stomach. This kid pooped all the time and his farts sounded like he was a drunken fat forty year old.
Reality was so much different than I what I envisioned, but it was not just extra poop and anxiety. I knew I would love him, but until I had him in my life I did not realize how strongly I would love him (or anyone for that matter).
For me, my emotions have just been magnified by 1,000. I can not tell you how much pride I had when he came home from school and had a teacher's note saying how much he had improved his hand writing (he worked so hard).
When I started him in baseball this year, he was the youngest and smallest, by far (he is a little peanut). So when he gets a hit, it is all I can do to not run from coaching third and squeeze the little booger.
And when he is sad (think dead Olaf sad), it crushes me. I want to just hug him until he feels better (and in the process until I feel better).
The harsh reality of being hired for this job has been amazing, frustrating, grounding, invigorating and especially humbling. I would not change anything with how it has gone with him.
It also helps that he can not fire me...stinks to be him!!