Why would an ol’ geezer like me become a Dad now?
What was I thinking?!?!? Becoming a first-time Dad in my 40s… I had a work colleague who became a “primetime” parent in their 40s, and they told me it made them feel young. They were lying, or delusional, or maybe on some form of hallucinogen. (This was 10+ years ago, so I am wondering if they are still feeling young with a teenager running around…)
Do not get me wrong–I absolutely LOVE being a Dad. I would not trade it for anything; in fact, I gave up a fairly lucrative job because I felt like I couldn’t be the Dad I wanted to be and keep that job. My two boys, Spider-Man* and Bonecrusher*, mean the world to me. And, yes, I am breaking every rule of writing by including trite metaphors.
So, why do I feel the need to write about my journey? It helps me process. I don’t claim to have the answers just because I am approaching 50. (And, for you fathers at 50 or over out there, I applaud you, and I appreciate any words of wisdom and advice!) No, I am not writing because I think I can bestow great pearls of wisdom from my years of experience. Whatever the heck that may mean. No, I want to create a place to share stories, advice, and anything else that may help other Dads (and myself) along our adventure of fatherhood. It may be a midlife adventure like my own, or you may be a young ol’ whippersnapper (as GGpa would say) getting ready to welcome a new little bundle of screaming, smiling, laughing, pooping joy!
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*Their names have been changed to protect the innocent (or not-so-innocent at times). This is what happens whenever you let little boys decide on nicknames.
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