Fatherhood

I am continued to be amazed at the miracle of life each time I lay my eyes on Rachel – my daughter. Being a first time daddy, the thought of being responsible for a new life used to look daunting. Although the sense of fear and trepidation has been replaced by a fatherly resolve to ensure the little ‘un gets the best from a set of loving and doting parents, I am still keenly aware of the challenges to come when little Rachel grows up in this increasingly complex, and sometimes, morally challenging world. The days of ironclad morals and ethics of the decades past seem to have been replaced by a ‘free for all’ attitude in everything that is being done today.

I will leave those fears for further reflection on another day, in another post.

This post is more about the celebration of welcoming a new member to the clan and family. Just slightly more than 3 months old of age now, Rachel has brought me loads of laughter, smiles, frowns, exasperation and confusion. Guess bringing up a baby that has yet to master the art of verbal communication brings along such joys and challenges.

Saying that I  am thriving through the daily night-feeds, which my better half have been doing more than her fair share of, would be an outright lie. Let’s just say that I have reached an equilibrium in maintaining my sanity in an environment where baby’s needs trumps everything else. That said, the fact that I am typing this post now is courtesy of my baby taking her nap before her next feed.

Which also means that it’s time for me to scoot off to catch some of ‘my’ time, to do stuff which I want to, before I enter the reality of Rachel’s world again. But hey, I ain’t complaining.