Today is our son’s first birthday. So I thought I would share my husbands wise words on becoming a father and the lessons he will impart on our son. ….
should I be worried
A big change is coming to my life and looking forward to the big day, like many first-time-fathers to be I’m sure, I can’t help but worry about what this change might bring. What if he grows up to be an asshole? Worse, a vegan? I worry about exposing him to bands like Metallica or Mars Volta, the appreciation of which will surely bring him nothing but the disgrace of his peers in that future generation.
I also envy the possibilities – his new, precious life spread out before him, full of innocence and potential. Like an overzealous ex-footballer-turned-unfulfilled-suburban dad on the sidelines of his son’s Saturday morning game, I will be there to impart my wisdom and knowledge. Though I’m sure he will resist – children never know what is good for them – I will teach him to appreciate all the groundbreaking musicmakers of our time, and he is lucky for it. His brain is my laboratory, my well. Into it I will stuff the books I choose, the television shows and movies I love, my opinion about politics and historical events, the neighbours, random people on the street. He will be my twenty-four-hour classroom, my captive audience, forced to take in and appreciate everything I deem worthwhile. He is a lucky, lucky boy!
And no one can stop me.