Every Day is June 1st
My wife and I welcomed our son into the world yesterday morning. And apart from the nine hours I spent at home last night before coming back to the hospital, I haven’t been able to leave him without wondering what he’s doing, and what his mother is doing.
We know that are life is soon to change in a dramatic way. And based on the emails, text and phone calls we’ve received, the change will be wonderful with the exception of sleep deprivation. His nickname is June, short for Junior, and all of my days going forward are going to have a focus with him in mind.
Until this point, my family life generally revolved around just two people – my wife and myself. Now, our lives in tandem will circle the son – 365 days a year. Where we go out to eat will be determined by how baby friendly a place is. Where we travel and the distances we cross will be moderated by the temperament and health of our child.
And the way we interact with each other, the jokes we tell, the language we use, the arguments we engage in, will all have to be changed for the proper growth of our son. While we have made great strides in our relationship, working to make it the beautiful thing that resulted in his creation, we now have to redefine this beautiful thing. Even in its attractiveness, there are spots and blemishes in it that children should not have to wear.
So, our lives are soon to become a glorious succession of June 1st’s. All day everyday, we have to work for our son to be happy, healthy and a lot better person than we are soon to become.
