That journey culminated yesterday when we picked up our daughter from the hospital. We thought we knew what to expect. We saw other parents with their children every day, and we met former "IPs" returning with their new babies. We heard their stories, nodded at their advice, soaked it all in.
But they don't prepare you for meeting your own child for the first time.
They don't prepare you for the overwhelming feeling of joy mixed with equal parts wonder, love and gratitude.
They don't prepare you for the softness--not just of the baby, but of your own being, melting into a puddle before this little creature.
They don't prepare you for the true terror of the immense responsibility that comes with caring for your child in a world that suddenly becomes more dangerous.
They don't prepare you for being transformed into the biggest idealist and crusader for changing that world into a better place for your children.
They don't prepare you, because it's an indescribable experience.
|Is there anything more precious than a baby's chubby cheeks and neck rolls?|
|"OK Dads, enough with the hair bows!"|