May 06
30
Who’s your daddy?
I’m sitting here – getting some work done, and it hits me. I’m a parent. A grown up. I don’t feel like one, and don’t look like one. But I apparently, I am one. That strange little black and white photo from the “Baby” post isn’t just a photo, or a medical image… it’s a child. My Son. (Woah again…) Living, breathing, kickin, screamin, and hopefully – graduating from college someday.
I want nothing more than the best for him – and will go to the end of the earth to protect him. But I’ve never met him. I’ve got no clue what his smile will look like – or his laugh will sound like. I don’t know yet what kind of temper he will have – or what kinds of games he’ll like, but it doesn’t matter. We’ll argue, and we’ll play his favourite games.
Eric is little more than a sonogram yet to me still as I can’t see, hear, or feel him yet, but I can feel things changing in my head and my heart. I’m more sensitive to what’s happening. Perhaps this is the ‘caveman’ change in body chemistry – or something else, perhaps a quickening? Doesn’t really matter. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. 
