On July 20th, 2014 6:43 a.m. I became father to a second child. A girl. Another girl. Swell. I do really like girls, but now I’m going to be surrounded by them for the rest of my life. Peace and quiet will forever elude me, as will my wallet and car keys after not too long.
Nevermind that, I am in fact very excited for the future. I can’t wait to take them places, to teach them, to mold them into vampire slayers. I have these ideas, things that I want for them, hope for them, but I have to be careful because they’re going to have their own dreams. I’m not going to push them into my dreams, or live vicariously through them. Maybe they won’t want to be astronauts or scientists or writers or artists or dinosaur wranglers. It’s okay. Even if Natalie becomes a WNBA star and buys us a new house I’ll still love her. It needs to have 2.5 bathrooms, however.
Fatherhood is weird and crazy, difficult and tiresome, fun and bananas. Also messy. I kind of love it, even if I do miss my alone time and quiet. And sleep.