A Father’s Pride


I remember it like it was yesterday. My wife was still in the recovery room in the hospital; she had to stay there an additional hour after the C- Section. It had been a long couple of weeks for us. My first child’s due date was March 17, 2005, but she had the last laugh because it wasn’t until April Fool’s Day that they finally decided it was time for her to make her grand entrance into the world. Here I am sitting there, with this beautiful baby in my laying against my chest. You would think I would still be in awe, but I wasn’t. She was staring at me, and I her, and it was like we were both thing the same thing; it’s about damn time. The next thought I had was a weird one. I was actually wondering if she had peed yet. Whoever first said “be careful what you ask for” was a genius. No sooner than the thought left my head, the flood gates opened. I couldn’t do anything but laugh. And that’s when I knew, I’m gonna do just fine.

Here I am six years later, and my beautiful baby girl is starting first grade. She will be attending a German school, so they had a special ceremony today at the school, where all the first grade children were welcomed and introduced to their teachers. This is a customary big event in Germany. I actually felt under dressed in a nice polo and khaki slacks. Most of the other parents were all decked out in their “Sunday best” so to speak. It didn’t matter, me and my “MILF” wife, as she likes to call herself, still looked good. Anyway, today belonged to my baby girl. She was so excited and happy. I couldn’t help but feel overjoyed just watching her. I felt so proud looking at my baby grow up right in front of me. She’s a school girl now.

I’m trying to enjoy the moment while I can. I know that eventually my baby will be all grown up before I even realize it. But I am truly thankful to be able to enjoy these moments. There are some that never get to experience being a parent, and some that take parenting for granted. It’s a stressful job, but being a parent is a beautiful feeling that I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Blissful insanity. Think about it, how else can you explain getting pissed on and still being able to laugh about it.

II Cents

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I am who I am. Who I am has been forged in the fires of trials and the steel of tribulations. Built strong enough to strike a fearsome blow upon life, but sturdy enough to handle the recoils of hardship that it brings. I am a product of my mistakes, wrapped in a vessel of understanding. I know that the future is mine to mold and the past is ONLY a reminder of the events that have shaped me. I am of unique design that nothing earthly could ever alter or duplicate. Grateful. A troubled soul still searching for peace within. My road may be long, and my journey is grueling. But the blanket that comforts me is knowing that I am a capable traveler. This is my definition. This is who I AM. View all posts by iicents

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