I have a new appreciation for dads this year. After all, I’ve recently had the privilege of watching my own husband become one after our daughter was born last summer.
Parenthood was still an abstraction for both of us before she arrived, but even more so for my husband. I, at least, had the nine-month bodily connection with our baby to prepare me for her eventual debut; he didn’t. Once our tiny human was finally placed in our arms, that physical reality of her life in the world hit him full force.
Since then, my husband has taken to his new role of Dad like nothing I’ve seen him do before. It’s almost like a hidden part of him was also born the day that she was, one which could have only been awakened by his own child. What a gift for him, for me, and for our little girl. Needless to say, it’ll be a special first Father’s Day in our house this year.
To all the dads out there, the granddads and great-grands, the father figures, the papas, the pawpaws, the pops, and especially the brand new dadas, go celebrate big on June 17. You’ve earned it.