Excited is an understatement. Daddy’s little girl will be here in a few short weeks.
Did I have a preference of a boy or girl? Absolutely not. What if I absolutely had to choose? Well then, I would have chosen a girl.
Why would I have chosen a girl over a boy? There are stereotypical things a father does with their son to teach them how to be a man. A father teaches a boy how to play sports, use tools and do what is considered male things. I feel like I would be able to teach that easily.
So with my being confident that I could teach that all easily, why not teach all of that to a girl? I grew up with a single mother who truly believed she could do anything herself and did not need a man to do anything for her. And she really was able to do anything and everything herself. She was a strong woman.
This is what I want to raise my daughter to be. I wasn’t her to grow up to be a strong woman who has no fear and can succeed at whatever she chooses to do in life.
If my little girl wants to be a a dancer well then daddy is going to provide the tools for her to be a dancer. If she wants to play baseball, then daddy will show her how. If she wants to learn technology like daddy works on, well then daddy will show her. If she wants to learn to cook, well then we will leave that one to mommy to show her because daddy’s cooking is awful.
Not only do I hope to instill confidence within her, I hope to teach her how to respect herself and when the time comes for boys to be part of her life, she only associates with ones that are respectful as I believe I have always been to Judy.
I am not sure what to expect, but I am expecting a challenge. I know there is always a strong bond between daddy and daughter because daddy is always there to protect. I believe that the mommy daughter bond will be just as strong though because mommy is as tough as they come and will be a solid protector.
Overall, both myself and Judy were raised with family values and a sense of respect for others. I believe the two of us will no doubt help build a strong foundation. As parents, we know we each come to the game with our strong points and weak points. Strong points are not an issue but if our little girl sees us work as a team to help each other turn those weaknesses into strength, then she herself will have less fear of failing and a stronger desire to succeed.
This entry is no doubt just me rambling and spitting out random thoughts. May or may not make sense to some which is fine either way. Just wanted to be able to record what I am currently thinking whether it makes sense or now.
The one thing I know I can add to this that isn’t random crazy thinking is the following.
Judy, thank you for being you. Thank you for always standing tall by my side (Even if you are shorter than me). Thank you for keeping me sane at times when I felt like the world was collapsing around me. Thank you for always making me smile and laugh. Nothing beats the random laughter we share whether we are making a joke at the expense of each other or just same something off the cuff ridiculous. I love laughing with you.
Most of all, thank you for being the vessel that has carried our little girl over the past almost 8 months. I know it hasn’t been easy and I wish I could say I understand what being pregnant is like. I do not know what that is like but I do thank you for teaching me. Together we are going to be amazing parents.
To our little girl if you ever read this in a few years. We may or may not have decided on your name yet but either way, only me and mom will know what it is before you are born. We are both ecstatic knowing that in just a few more weeks, you will be with us on the outside where we will be able to hold you, look at you, play with you, teach you and most of all love you with all our heart and soul. I promise to do my best to be the best daddy a girl could ask for. I may not always be perfect but I do promise to always be good.
I love you my sweet precious daughter and can not wait to hold you, see you and love you forever.
Word around these parts of town says there is a storm rolling in. A nor’easter to be exact. In the past month alone, the North East has seen 4 nor’easters. I believe we are averaging one a week for the past 4 weeks but if my math is wrong, please forgive me. I may have forgotten to carry the 1.
Over the past few weeks I have been thinking about my childhood and remembering the blizzards we had. For you young-ins out there who may be reading this, “blizzard” was the term meteorologist used before they came up with nor’easters and the new one I heard recently, bomb cyclone.
Thinking back to my youth which was approximately 30 years ago, I can recall the term snow day and recall hoping to get one but never did officially. I attended catholic school so getting a day off back then was rare.
If you noticed, my previous paragraph stated we never received an “official day off”. Reason I said that was because some of us would fall gravely ill the morning of a snow storm, and as much as we wanted to, we just couldn’t make it to school (wink wink).
I for one would always get the worst stomach pains and after proving to my mom how sick I was, she would call the school to let them know I would be out.
Somehow by around 9am I would make a miraculous recovery and feeling bad about missing school I would get dressed, put on my jacket and proceed to go outside to meet my friends who also just recovered from their ailments.
“Where do you think you are going?” my mom would say to me. “Um, I feel better so I’m just going out to get air.”
Yeah, that didn’t work. I was told to take my jacket off and go in to relax because she didn’t want to run the risk of me getting pneumonia since I was so sick that morning.
Immediately I would throw a fit and mope around the house with the saddest of sad faces since my friends were out enjoying the snow and I wasn’t.
Always one to come up with a plan, this day would be no different.
“Ma, can I take my beach bucket and shovel and go outside to get some snow so I can bring it inside to play?”
Both her and my grandmother replied with a resounding, “no, you’ll get water all over the place.”
Thanks to my knack for guilt trips and playing the sad boy role I finally got the ok. Plan A accomplished, now on to plan B.
I run out, fill my bucket with snow as my friends ask me if I’m coming out. Give me a few minutes I respond.
I come in with a full bucket of snow and as “accidentally” spill it. My grandmother is furious and my mom is not pleased. There is only one way to resolve this. Clean up your mess and go outside they tell me.
Plan B complete, snow day is now in full affect.
The rest of that day is a story in itself. As many who grew up in my era or earlier may remember, we had to work for our snow days by putting on some of the greatest performances known to man to convince our parents to let us stay home. Now a days the weather person announces a few inches of snow and officials call a snow day. Easy peasy right?
Enjoy your snow day today kids and remember, snow in doors is really just cold water. Keep it outside.
Well you can look at the title in one of many ways. You can say this is the first official AITH blog post. (We will use AITH as the short version of All in This Family.) You can also look at this as the beginning of you getting to know us and hopefully us getting to know you.
“The Beginning” is perfect title as today is March 20th, 2018. It was on this day in 2010 that me and my wife met face to face for the first time and went on our first date.
We met and corresponded via a dating website. Seemed to hit it off so we decided, hey let’s meet.
Plans were made to meet in Time Square since we figured that was a safe public meeting space. Ok, maybe I’m pushing it. Times Square was kind of safe.
So the big day comes, text messages are flying back and forth and we decide to meet in front of Sephora. I arrive early to impress but my timeliness didn’t matter.
I’m standing in front of Sephora when I get a text saying, “I’m here”! I quickly respond saying so am I but I don’t see you. Text messages start flying back and forth,
Me: “I’m here where are you?”
Her: “Right in front of the store”
Me: “I don’t see you”
Her: “I’m standing by the pirate.”
Me: “what pirate?”
This is where my confusion set in and I started thinking my friends pulled a prank on me and were somewhere nearby watching me look lost and laughing as they had a few drinks.
I was about ready to give up when she texted and asked what I saw around me.
I told her “I see the NYPD booth, the Hard Rock Cafe and I believe I said Walgreens. She responded and said, stay right there.
3 minutes later I see this girl bouncing my way with a smile that covered nervousness. In her defense she probably saw the same in me.
Of course I had to ask, where were you? She said, in front of Sephora. I looked back and pointed to the fact that I was standing in front of Sephora. She went on to educate me and pointed out the fact that there was a Sephora down the block on 42nd street to which I responded, but that isn’t Time Square.
Feel free to judge who was right and who was wrong. At the end of the day it was a great story to start off our story that has a new page written everyday.
With all this said, I would like to say Happy 8 years together and here is to 8 more. (You need to know I joke a lot to appreciate that one.)
Thanks for taking the time to read this post and don’t forget the moral of the story. Never pick a store as meeting place that has two locations located within a one block radius.