Oct. 19, 2015 is a day I will never forget.
That’s the day my daughter Savannah was born.
When I first saw her, I cried.
I knew that no matter what I do in life, I will always be her father. I knew I have to set the tone for all of her dealings with men. I truly believe that the first man a woman ought to fall in love with should be her father. After all, I had waited a long time for this moment to come.
After the ectopic pregnancy and the miscarriages, my wife needed me more than ever. When these events come up in our lives, there isn’t much for men to go on. I ended up writing a piece for the Huffington Post describing how a man deals with infertility and such. It’s no secret that men are taught to show very little emotion. When we do, more often than not, it’s not well received.
As a journalist, I knew that someone was going to be in my position one day. Most importantly, someone was going to need the guidance I received.
Even though I’m a dad now, I’ll never forget the journey. If I could offer any advice to all of the dad’s out there, I would say this: Enjoy the early moments.
The lack of sleep, the well wishes, my mom and dad seeing my daughter for the first time, my daughter spitting up milk on me, and pulling my beard are among the moments I’ve enjoyed thus far. Admittedly, I’m not ready for her to grow up just yet. No matter what happens, I’m ready for the challenge.
When I was looking down at my daughter on the day she was born, I had a personal conversation with her. I won’t say what was said. When she is old enough, I will let her know about the things I promised her.
Until then, baby girl, daddy loves you very much.