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Originally Posted by PYroMaNiaC
Good luck and have fun Pope!
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Thanks!
It is a lot of fun. I feel truly blessed (at times) that fate worked in such a way that I've been a stay-at-home parent during my boys' formative years.
And if you're so inclined, don't stop at one. I come from a fairly disfunctional background - divorce, alcoholism etc. - so I was a tad unsure of my parenting credentials when my wife and I arrived at the procreation stage.
My first little guy was pretty much indifferent to me during the newborn to toddler stage. Oh, we'd play a lot, and he loved that, but he'd always go to Mum to be comforted.
My second son blew my mind. Even as a newborn, he strongly preferred me. Of course, I couldn't help him out with the breastfeeding part, but he'd come to me for comfort. I vividly recall an incident when he was only a few weeks old and my wife was holding him. He kept fidgeting and looking at me, and my wife handed him over. He literally melted into my arms, a truly wonderful feeling.
Now, the sun rises and sets on me for my oldest son. I take him to hockey, and I spend a lot of time playing with him. We spent the whole summer chucking a football around, and he quickly became the heartthrob of his grade three class when the girls saw him fire a twenty-yard bullet on a rope.
Of course there are grody moments. My four-year old had a bout of diarrhea during Superbowl, and, during hockey on Saturday, my other son came to me after his game with his nose running so badly he had snot caked on his chinguard.
Oh, and redforever, good one.
