Welcome to Dadsville, Veegee!

As my journey to fatherhood reaches its climax come May of this year, I admit that I just came to terms with this whole thought only recently. It’s not because I think I am not ready, nor is it because I don’t like children (I love kids so much that I try to act like one whenever I can). Rather it is the fear I may not be a good father, if not a great one, to my children. Consider it a reversal of the proverbial question addressed to first-time parents “Is my child ready to have me as his/her father?”

The transition from being “the man” to “father” may sound easy but, from where I am standing, that is not the case. Pop culture had often suggested that babies usually don’t come with how-to manuals and FAQs. I’d certainly want to do a good job but where do I start?

I sat on my favorite lounging chair at my parents’ house and was lost in thought. I was imagining and planning in my head the many things I will do when the time comes. Then I caught myself smiling with watery eyes and I realized that everything’s going to be alright.

My little angel will help me be a wonderful dad.