"Congrats, you're going to be a father." The words I never expected to hear. When my Brain initially processed this information, my mind went blank for a few seconds.
My mouth was on auto pilot, responding in a surprised and excited manner. Then, my mind kickstarted suddenly. Thoughts and emotions began to rush violently.
My anxiety went through the roof in that split second. Then I told myself, "no, calm down. You've got this. Your going to be a great dad.
" Nothing could have honestly prepared me for the feeling I would have that day in the delivery room. That moment I first held my daughter in my arms.
Nothing prepared me for when she first rolled over, crawled, and walked.
The pure joy when you see a little extension of yourself slowly growing bigger, uttering out words and interacting with you, is something so special that I can't describe.
I was blessed to have a son after my daughter.
Waking up in the morning and walking into their room to see them wake up and smile ear to ear at me and speak both of their versions of "daddy" and "dada" is a privilege I wouldn't trade for anything in the world.
Though at times it is somewhat stressful, I love being a Dad.