Let’s be totally honest and admit most moms and dads look forward to raising new and improved versions of themselves.
As a new parent, you love what you get, no matter what, but I think there’s a not-so-hidden part of us that longs to relive all the old joys of our own childhood and hopefully correcting any mistakes that were made along the way.
I was that way. When the OB-GYN passed his magic wand over my wife’s belly, revealing that we’d be having a little girl in 2009, my synapses were firing like a Fourth of July fireworks finale: A girl! Oh my God, a girl. I’m going to be the father of a little girl!!
With that ultrasound discovery, this nebulous concept of our first child took her first step toward identity. A girl. Now the question was: What kind of girl would she be? Though she would eventually decide for herself what she’d become, I told my wife that day I hoped she’d be the kind of girl with a big imagination, who loved aliens, and robots, and superheroes as much as princesses and fairies. READ FULL STORY »
