For whatever reason I have kept this blog very impersonal, but I’ve recently been inspired to wax a little personal. Something happened to me about 2 years and 2 months ago that changed my life forever; fatherhood. I am now the father of two beautiful little girls; Noelle – 2.2 years and Chloe – 4 months. Oddly the first emotions I felt when Noelle was born were; first an indescribable feeling of love and devotion followed closely by the heavy weight of responsibility. I thought “who am I to raise and teach one of God’s children and can I really be trusted with such an awesome responsibility.” The answer to that question came immediately after I thunked it. I am as qualified as the next guy and all that matters is what I do from this moment forward and I committed there and then to be the best father in the world. Probably not a unique reaction to becoming a father but surprising to me.
I have now been a father for over two years, a veteran if you will, and I have had a few surprising revelations. The first of these is that having pee on my hand does not bother me a bit (poop is another matter) the second is the immense lack of purpose I must have had before I became a Father. I have always been a pretty happy guy but I now realize that I never knew true joy. Joy is padding feet and a high screech as Noelle runs to greet me after a long business trip. Happiness is a small grin and bright eyes as I get Chloe out of her car seat. I use to think a good wave and a cold soda on a hot day fulfilled these needs but I was sorely mistaken. Life without offspring is left wanting.
Here is an anecdotal moment from the day in the life of a father. This morning I noticed Noelle was walking a little bow-legged so I asked her if she went pee in her panties, she said, “yeah, wanna see?, come on daddy , I show you!” She then grabbed my finger and drug me downstairs to proudly show me a wet puddle on our carpet. The funny part of the whole exchange was when she called me Daddy I corrected her and said, “Not Daddy Noelle, call me Abe.” - For the last several months Noelle has been calling me Abe instead of Daddy and I’ve been trying to correct her because in public everyone thinks I’m the boyfriend or babysitter. I quickly tried to correct myself and said "no, you're right its Daddy not Abe. She looked at me with a confused expression and said "... Abe, come on."
I have now been a father for over two years, a veteran if you will, and I have had a few surprising revelations. The first of these is that having pee on my hand does not bother me a bit (poop is another matter) the second is the immense lack of purpose I must have had before I became a Father. I have always been a pretty happy guy but I now realize that I never knew true joy. Joy is padding feet and a high screech as Noelle runs to greet me after a long business trip. Happiness is a small grin and bright eyes as I get Chloe out of her car seat. I use to think a good wave and a cold soda on a hot day fulfilled these needs but I was sorely mistaken. Life without offspring is left wanting.
Here is an anecdotal moment from the day in the life of a father. This morning I noticed Noelle was walking a little bow-legged so I asked her if she went pee in her panties, she said, “yeah, wanna see?, come on daddy , I show you!” She then grabbed my finger and drug me downstairs to proudly show me a wet puddle on our carpet. The funny part of the whole exchange was when she called me Daddy I corrected her and said, “Not Daddy Noelle, call me Abe.” - For the last several months Noelle has been calling me Abe instead of Daddy and I’ve been trying to correct her because in public everyone thinks I’m the boyfriend or babysitter. I quickly tried to correct myself and said "no, you're right its Daddy not Abe. She looked at me with a confused expression and said "... Abe, come on."

