Before I had a son, my life (emotionally) was pretty consistent. I had good days and bad days like everyone else, but a bad day was no worse than a tiring deadline at work or the supermarket running low on my favorite yogurt. The good days were a beautiful hike in the mountains. (And best of all, the bad day would always vanish with a great night’s sleep!)
But ever since I became a father the highs have been tremendous and the lows pretty rotten. Feeling your son nestle into you or watching his little hands wrap around your index finger is indescribably thrilling. But after a long day of crying and no sleep, the last thing you want is for him to decide to soil himself explosively while you are in the middle of a changing… twice.
I wasn’t prepared for how dramatic life has become since him…. but I guess this is all just preparation for when he is old enough to date!
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Not to worry – the highs out far out-weigh the lowers
The highs have definitely been worth it… I imagine they only get better when he learns to play, crawl, talk, etc…