On fatherhood [and motherhood]
I am the wife in the post, “On fatherhood”*.
I thought that kids probably weren’t for me, since I suspected I would not fare well with snot, barf, tantrums, crying, whining, sleeplessness, financial strain, and general responsibility of caring for a completely dependent human.
But I’m also A) MOODY and B) prone to doubt my own feelings (especially when the feelings of a loved one are presented).
And so, in a moment of hypomania/elation/feelin’ groovy, I agreed to getting pregnant. After all, the only kid I’d really been exposed to for any amount of time was a treat. The hubs was an outstanding father, to boot. What’s the worst that could happen?
My daughter is awesome, and anyone who says otherwise will get a kick in the neck. She is also my greatest lesson that I can trust me own feelings. Parenting is the hardest thing I have ever done. And I’ve jumped out a plane.
*note – “On Fatherhood” has been removed over at A Clown On Fire because Le Clown is no longer allowed to write about his relationship with nor mention in any way, his first child. Long story.