Today was my first Father’s Day. I’ve been a father for eight months now and I’m digging every minute of it. I have to admit the first couple of months were difficult and hard on me. I was scared and nervous. Am I going to be able to teach him things? What will happen when I have to discipline him? Is he eating enough? Is he eating too much? Does he need more sleep? Yada, yada, yada.
The first three months or so he didn’t know who I was, Lis fed him, I changed him occasionally and I got frustrated easily when he wouldn’t stop crying. It’s hard for a father the first couple of month’s cause there isn’t a lot we can do, especially if your wife is breast-feeding. I mean why wake up at 2am if I have to be up for work at 7am and I can’t feed him anyway.
Those days have past and things are going great now. I love being a parent. People tell you that the first couple months are tough but everything has gone smoothly for us, minus this cancer thing. Lukas and I have formed a bond, he’s easier to deal with, cries when he’s tired or hungry, loves to smile and play, and is easier to goof around with. I love being a dad. It’s the best thing to ever happen to me, during the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Every day I seem to enjoy it more and I wouldn’t change anything about it or him.
I love being a dad and can’t imagine those guys that left a mom and baby behind, what for their own selfish purposes? And miss out on this? It’s awesome. Anyway, as you can tell I love my son, I love being a dad and enjoyed my first Father’s Day.
Today we went to my parent’s house and had a barbecue. My parents did some more work on the island and Erik and Elen cleaned up a lot also. We played a game, ate some burgers then roasted some smores. It was simple and fun.
I got my Dad a card and some socks. Nothing special. He’s been acting strange lately, quiet, which is weird for my Dad cause I think he has A.D.D….hehe! I think he’s under a lot of stress and hope he feels better soon.
Oh yah, and I wanted to mention that one of my favorite moments with my Dad came the day Lukas was born. My parents and brothers were about to leave the hospital. We were standing outside the room and they were giving me their congratulatory and goodbye hugs. I started with my brothers, then with my mom, and finally with my dad. We hugged and held onto the hug for a little while. He told me congratulations and we both kind of teared up. It was an emotional moment for me. It was almost as if he were welcoming me into fatherhood from a father to a son. My dad and I have been through some rough times in the past eight years so that hug felt especially good. Sorry, just a good moment I thought about today on Father’s Day.