Fatherhood

I have long wanted to be a father. I enjoyed growing up with seven siblings, and I've always liked being the oldest. I learned how to change diapers (cotton ones with pins and rubber pants) when I was seven years old, and I babysat quite a bit in my youth. I pretty much just like kids and taking care of them. It's also incredible to contemplate the fact that our progeny will soon be toddling about, bringing either joy or a poopy bottom to every person he or she crawls up to. There will be a little Cooper in the family soon.

I must admit however, that the prospect of impending fatherhood is frightening as well as enjoyable. Our life is going to change. Maybe not as much as it did when we got married 14 months ago, but maybe as much, and maybe in less enjoyable ways. We will be inextricably and completely responsible for the well being of our child. As thrilling as that is it's also kind of scary. It's also tough to think about the world that we're bring this kid into. Our deepest prayer is that this child will serve God when the time comes to choose. I found a song by Bob Dylan today that captures some of my feelings pretty well.

Don't think that I'm more scared than excited. My joy far outweighs my fear, and I'm sure my impatience for the child to arrive will become quite a problem.