13 Jul Eat lightning and Crap thunder-Rocky ain’t got nothing on this
Becoming a father for the first time has been one of the greatest journeys of my life so far, it is not over by any means but the emotions, anxieties and blessings that I have received to this point has surpassed my wildest expectations. I would lend example from one of the great 20th century philosophers, Rocky Balboa, who said at the end of the movie ROCKY II after he had accomplished the seemingly impossible that, “Except for my kid being born, this is the greatest night in the history of my life. I just wanna say one thing to my wife who’s home: YO, ADRIAN! I DID IT!” The popular movie quote puts everything into perspective. I felt like Rocky when my son was born, as it was the greatest night in the history of my life, I also felt like my wife was Rocky when my kid was born and I androgynously felt like Adrian, as my wife was the one exclaiming I DID IT! Seriously guys, my wife gave birth to my son after 16 hours of labor and NO epidural, completely natural.
Of course there are many women, my mother included, that as Mickey, Rocky’s head-strong trainer says, “eat lightning and crap thunder.” When it came to child birth, I did not know a person was capable of that, until I saw it, and was a part of it. It was mind altering and dispelled any chauvinistic notion of “anything you can do, I can do better”. I will tell you that in no way, shape, or form can any man as prototypically macho and alpha as I am, ever be able to undertake something as arduous and painful as what I saw my wife go through. Seriously, even with Odin’s beard and the might of Zeus, there is no chance; trust me, I remember the experience vividly.
My son is the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my entire life. He is funny, serious, uncompromising, curious, cute to boot and an absolute treasure to behold. Did I mention he was hella cute? For real, I ask everyone, I can’t believe I am one half of him. I ask people all the time, who does he look like? Me or my wife? I get mixed responses, but honestly I cannot tell.
Why is it that everything he does moves my throat into knots and viciously forces air threw my voice box to make an “awww” sound at pitches high enough for me to double-check the existence of my wedding tackle? I about lost my mind when he found his hands for the first time. What the hell is happening to me? All 6’1, 235 lbs of lumberjack, beard rocking, whiskey drinking me. I am a big ole lump of marshmallows around my boy. Yes, did I mention, it was a boy? Wow. My wife and I didn’t want to find out the gender until we had the child for fear of missing out on one of the true surprises in life. Honestly, I think we were just praying for 10 fingers and 10 toes which is a blessing enough.
What can I say, I got my boy, my son; the aire to my throne and all that hoopla. I am so proud. The strapping young man of the future who has 10 times my rugged good looks and 10 times my super genius intellect and 10 times the charismatic, yet subtle charm I could ever have, (ok so maybe I exaggerate a bit, it’s a free country) but most importantly, he will be 10 times the man I am. This is my hope for him. To guide, teach and bear witness to his greatness. This has to be every parents hope, right? I mean this is why we are here and do what we do as parents, correct? All the sacrifices and worry; every sleepless night and work-filled day. Almost 7 months in, and I’m living my dream. Dreams either exist or they don’t, they never fail. Oh, and a little girl, I think my son needs to be a big brother.
(Post by: Christian)