So as it turns out, this is my 100th post here on MetroDad. I wish I could celebrate this auspicious occasion by throwing all of you a party with an open bar, valet parking and overnight childcare. Maybe even splurge a little and have the Stones or Coldplay perform for your behalf. But in lieu of that, I thought I'd just wax nostalgic for a little bit and send you on your way.
Anyway, it's hard to believe that when I first started this blog in July 2004, the BossLady and I were 3 months away from becoming first-time parents. It seems like such a long time ago. I was a semi-nervous future father, spending long nights staring at the ceiling and contemplating the ramifications of fatherhood. And because it was impossible to find a shrink who worked nights and accepted my crappy health insurance, I started this blog as a way of sorting out thoughts, seeking advice and sharing both the joys and griefs of parenthood. So far, it's been great. Writing has proved to be a great therapeutic release for me and starting this blog has been a great way to chronicle my entry into fatherhood.
Now, just over a year later, my little Peanut is 10-months old. And, needless to say, it was love at first sight. It's true what they say; the love for your child is unlike any other love you'll ever experience in your life. Fatherhood teaches you that love is not a zero-sum game. Your capacity for love somehow just increases exponentially. And whereas some people might find having kids is a hindrance or a burden, I've found that parenthood has greatly enhanced my life and made me a better person.
I'm still amazed at the fact that I'm a father. The BossLady and I will often spend countless hours just staring at our daughter as she lays peacefully in her crib. We'll sit there in total silence until my wife eventually nudges me and, with a voice of wonder, whispers, "can you believe that's our daughter?"
The birth of our daughter has taught me so many lessons. But I think, more than anything else, it's taught me not to take anything for granted. I'm not a religious man but I know how blessed I am to have a healthy, wonderful baby. My only complaint is that the time seems to be flying by. And while I'm sure I could peruse all my literary anthologies and find a deeply profound quote by Neruda, Yeats or Kipling that captures the true essence of how I feel about the passing of time, I think instead I'll just leave you with my new favorite parenting quote (discovered while unsuccessfully trying to take a dump at my doctor's office)...
"The days are long but the years are short."-John Leguizamo (InStyle Magazine, July 2005)
So while I'm looking forward to watching the Peanut grow up, there's a part of me that just wants to freeze her at this moment. Because this moment? The one right now? It's pretty fucking great. You know what I mean?