My son is now three months old, and we feel almost, kind of, maybe just maybe safely out of the emergency zone of parenthood. It’s no longer a second-to-second job keeping him alive; the intervals have expanded in scope, to minutes, then hours. We’re not going to get complacent, but we can breathe easy now, knowing that we’ve got the hang of raising him – and that he’s got the hang of this whole living thing.
I was talking to a fellow new dad in an online fatherhood group last night when the notion struck me. I finally feel like I know something about being a dad; enough to confidently impart knowledge on someone else. Amazing!