Musings of a newbie father
As I watch my little baby boy sleeping on the daybed on the other side of the room, I can't help but marvel at this wonderful gift God has given to us. Miguel, or Miggyboy as we fondly call him, appears so peaceful as he stirs yet so animated in ways I can't seem to explain.
I used to think that the only time I can be satisfied with my life was when I have a family of my own and be successful at the same time. Though success is relative to how each person measures it, my own view is somewhat one-sided. My present success is not about the balance of work and family but my total dedication to my first born Miguel Victor.
I have yet to be back at the office for a full eight hours since the Miggy's birth. It's a good thing I can run things in the confines of my small "command center" here at home.
Don't get me wrong. My wife is a full-time mother and has been advocating pure breastfeeding and she has often joked that the only time that she's not with the baby is when she's taking a bathroom break or a bath. Even her Medela breastpump cannot afford her any lengthy time away from Miguel because she chooses not to take that luxury.
Since the time I first laid eyes on my son seconds after he came out up to this very minute I am watching him sleep, I have come to view the world in a different light. I have found meaning and inner peace with being a father. There are no words to explain this feeling-- all the problems in the world would seem so trivial to me every time I'd see my little boy smile. Just the sound of his soft cries and moans is music to my ears, an absolute symphony.
I couldn't ask for more... well except for another baby in a year or two.