Lately I have been thinking about how lucky I am to have the life I lead. I create my own schedule, I can go out whenever I want, and I can exercise when the mood suits.
These thoughts have been swimming around in my head for a very good reason: it’s exactly two months until my first child’s due date.
It has been a long seven months to date. Excitement, joy, love, weariness and hormones. Ohhhhhh the hormones! The ride has been exceptional. My wife and I have grown closer with the knowledge that we are creating something together. It’s pretty damn incredible to think about the genius of nature.
As we draw into the last two months, I seem to be hearing the same things over and over from fathers I come into contact with:
“Get all your sleep now”
“Say goodbye to those guns”
“There is no ‘YOU TIME’ anymore”.
I would be lying if I said these comments didn’t make me sweat.
I would also be lying if I said I hadn’t considered getting on a one-way red eye flight to Fiji without looking back.
But here I am eight weeks away from a life-changing event. I’m not the first to be in this position and I won’t be the last. As a matter of fact, there is nothing special or unique about my situation at all when you think about it. Men have been confronted with these questions for millennia. My challenge, therefore, is to re-frame this situation from ‘scary’ to ‘challenging’.
The commentators are right. My life will never be the same. I know I have a little human to care for, to nurture and to be a role model for.
That is my real challenge. To live a life that my child will be inspired by.
Here’s to the last eight weeks of this chapter of my life. Then I join you fellas.
WISH ME LUCK!