I’m feeling guilty for not feeling like a father yet, but everyone I’ve said this to says “it’s okay, a Daddy needs to first hold his child, then it kicks in” or something along those lines.
I’ve many times shared with Wifey how I don’t feel 34, I feel 25 or younger. Downing a glucosamine tablet, I’d tell her proudly how “still in shape” I am, all the while massaging my creaking knees.
I don’t want to be an out of shape Dad like so many men once they have kids, but I don’t want to miss her first cuss word because I was busy lifting weights instead of her.
I’ve loss the mind and body connection, but reality is like an ugly tourniquet. Some way, somehow, I’ll keep up with my daughter.