I’m not ready to be a dad. But I can’t wait to be one.
Yesterday I visited great friends and brand new parents Neil and Rebecca Taylor, along with their daughter Fearne. Just before I left I spent a few minutes holding her and for just a little bit, I was completely lost for words. There’s something so amazing about new life; a bundle of possibility and potential and at the same time so vulnerable. Fearne is a particularly beautiful baby and whilst her adorably minuscule fingers wrapped around one of mine I can’t deny being petrified. The thought of moving even an inch while I cradled this baby in my arms was absolutely out of the question – you see, I don’t know how to look after babies. I don’t know how to protect them or hold them or comfort them. It’s a concept that frightens me to death. But at the same time, I felt a sense of elation and joy and happiness that I can’t really explain.
I can’t wait for the day that I get to cradle my own baby in my arms. The day I get to be a dad and learn what it means to be protective, how to hold them properly, comfort them when they cry and rock them to sleep (and even change nappies…). It’s going to be a great day. I’m just glad it’s still some way on the horizon at the moment – as much as I’m looking forward to it, there is no way on this earth I’d be ready to be a dad just yet! I still have a lot of learning to do!