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She's asleep. Finally. Lindsey gets ready to go for a run. By herself. She needs the break. Isaiah cries. Shiloh stirs.
It was an important reminder that I somehow managed to reflect upon as I muttered the most miserable version of Old MacDonald in Isaiah's ear. On the other side of pain, discomfort, and conflict is, very often, healing.
To all the dad's, happy father's day!
Having one kid makes you a baby daddy. Having two kids? That makes you a father. Ok, there's not really a difference, but parenthood somehow feels more real now that I've got both feet in the kiddie pool. It's like, having two kids, makes me stand a little taller as I finally accept the fact that this is my life now. I'm a dad. A father.
The temptation, maybe especially because he is a boy, to say, "you're okay," or "cowboy up," or "suck it up, buttercup" simmered on my tongue. But, I didn't say any of that. I swallowed those words for two reasons.