Since Isaiah was born, I've gotten more questions about this than anything else. I'll try to sum up my feelings as best I can.
For the first 19 hours of labor I was doing pretty good. Then I hit a wall where I had no idea what to do. I even suggested we go against our birth plan. For a while I felt really lousy. Then when we were in the birth suite, I heard one of the nurses mention that we were going to try everything until something worked. It was then that I realized that they were just as lost as I was.
I'm slowly learning that parenting is quite similar. I'm not really sure what I'm doing sometimes, but the really is is that there is no such thing as a perfect Dad. From what I gather, the biggest part of being a dad is just showing up and giving your all. I love Isaiah with all of my heart and I trust God to lead me in how to raise him. Will I be perfect? No, but I'll always be there for him.
Also, the references to a father's love are starting to make a lot more sense. Everything from CSNY's "Teach Your Children" to God's love for us makes much more sense now than it used to. I'll definitely explore this more in another post
To close, I'll say that this is experience is more than I could have ever imagined. The range of emotions is off the charts, but when you have a second to relax is one of the best feelings in the world.
Godspeed
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