I mean just…wow.

Part of me wants to say, “Yeah, we get it now. This parenting gig is the real deal.” But the realization that we’re not even a full month into this immediately slaps some sense back into me and keeps my mouth shut.

I could prose on and on about all the metaphorical life lessons that come to mind throughout the day when diapers are full, bellies are empty, you’re running on fumes and it’s not even 9 AM. For those familiar with the fruits of the spirit (love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control), am I alone in feeling that most of those fruits aren't quite in season when it’s time for the 3AM feeding?

But then they suddenly stop screaming bloody murder and wobble their head over to lock eyes with you in the dim light of the early morning. And there’s this moment. A serene, peaceful, uncapturable moment. A quiet connection that embodies the thread from which life is intricately woven together connecting us all across time and space. A tiny frozen fragment of a moment, in the dead of the morning air while everyone around you for miles is deep in sleep, you revel in the fact that in your arms right now you are holding the very physical manifestation of your dreams and prayers. In this twilight, as you stare at one another, your souls intertwine in a manner that is wholly indescribable. Lost deep in each other’s eyes, the two of you just simply exist; you in theirs and they in yours.

Then they fart in your hand, and just like that you're snapped back to reality. 

Maybe it’s just gas, you think. Perhaps it’s poo, you ponder. I mean, it smells like poop, so it must be right, you ask yourself. Do I really want to unzip the sleeper and undo 13 snap buttons on the onesie just to check and risk waking them up further? Do I try to play it off and pretend like none of this happened and leave it for my wife to discover? 


I've got to go to work in 2 hours.
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    About David

    Born in Georgia, and raised in South Florida, David is a finance and banking manager with a love for writing, artistic creations, athletics and youth development.  He completed a Liberal Arts and Sciences degree in Sociology at the University of Florida in 2003, and began his career in Jacksonville, FL.   His career took him to Charlotte, NC, where he met so many of his closest friends and experienced both professional and spiritual growth. Davids love for writing began as a youth, but he kept his work private, sharing his words only with closest friends and family.  He is the sole inspiration for this blog, having shared his personal experiences on the other side of infertility and the journey towards a family.  Expectant fathers are rarely given the platform or opportunity to speak about their emotional journey during pregnancy leaving their feelings and fears often unexplored. David's goal was to provide a place where both parents would be free to learn, grow, and most of all, feel safe in sharing. 

    David and Monet lead quiet lives, returning back to Florida in 2013 and becoming involved in their local AME church and fraternal organizations.  David and Monet married in 2011 and have one Dachshund named Lebron (yes, after that Lebron). They both strive for peace within their lives and their home, and love to be surrounded by family and close friends.  David and Monet both believe in miracles and God's rich blessings and they pray you enjoy this look into their experiences.