Unsolicited Advice For New Parents
For anyone that's expecting, just had, or planning to someday have a baby, I offer this advice. After all, what is advice other than a repackaging of one's regrets?
If you're reading this, you obviously know that I've been keeping a rarely-updated blog about my experiences adapting to (and dealing with) fatherhood.
I originally wanted to start writing earlier (even before Kai's birth), but didn't -- and after he was born I was always so busy or so tired that I didn't get around to it.
If you're considering doing something similar, I hope you don't make the same mistake I did. If, like me, you try to write something but the words don't come out right, just get them down anyway and worry about rewriting it later. You'll be glad you did. My son is only six months old and I'm already sad and nostalgic for all the memories that I don't recall without a picture or an old email to create the spark.

For example, this picture makes me sad:
I don't know why, exactly. I think it's because looking at it I'm struck by how big his binky looks in his mouth. He was so tiny, and he's getting so big so fast.
When I spend the day with him, I admit I start thinking that I want him to go to sleep for a while so I can read some blogs, or catch up on my DVR backlog, check Facebook, etc.
But then I look at a picture like this and find myself just staring at it for a while. I think that I should have spent more time holding him, playing with him, reading to him, talking to him, singing to him. I should have taken more pictures. I should have recorded more video. I should have sat by his crib and just watched him as he slept. I should have written more of my experiences and feelings down so that later, I can go back and read what I wrote and remember how I felt, knowing that someday, when he's older, I might share these experiences with him.
And before anyone says "it's never too late!" or "every day is the first day of the rest of your life!" or the infinite other clichés, let me just preemptively say "I know!"
I will try to be better. I will try to keep perspective. But I lament what I've missed.
If you're reading this, you obviously know that I've been keeping a rarely-updated blog about my experiences adapting to (and dealing with) fatherhood.
I originally wanted to start writing earlier (even before Kai's birth), but didn't -- and after he was born I was always so busy or so tired that I didn't get around to it.
If you're considering doing something similar, I hope you don't make the same mistake I did. If, like me, you try to write something but the words don't come out right, just get them down anyway and worry about rewriting it later. You'll be glad you did. My son is only six months old and I'm already sad and nostalgic for all the memories that I don't recall without a picture or an old email to create the spark.

For example, this picture makes me sad:
I don't know why, exactly. I think it's because looking at it I'm struck by how big his binky looks in his mouth. He was so tiny, and he's getting so big so fast.
When I spend the day with him, I admit I start thinking that I want him to go to sleep for a while so I can read some blogs, or catch up on my DVR backlog, check Facebook, etc.
But then I look at a picture like this and find myself just staring at it for a while. I think that I should have spent more time holding him, playing with him, reading to him, talking to him, singing to him. I should have taken more pictures. I should have recorded more video. I should have sat by his crib and just watched him as he slept. I should have written more of my experiences and feelings down so that later, I can go back and read what I wrote and remember how I felt, knowing that someday, when he's older, I might share these experiences with him.
And before anyone says "it's never too late!" or "every day is the first day of the rest of your life!" or the infinite other clichés, let me just preemptively say "I know!"
I will try to be better. I will try to keep perspective. But I lament what I've missed.
