The latest installment of The Peanut Chronicle is out. The surprise baby shower didn't go well [Danny plays it down, but word to the wise on that one]. And they buy gear--big gear--but what struck me was this passage, which captures the anxious excitement and doubt of impending fatherhood better than almost anything I can think of:
Check out the whole thing at The Morning News.
And perhaps, less dramatically but more poignantly, I will regret it because I might have failed to live up to all those dreams of being a good father, because fatherhood may be much more difficult than I think.
I worry that my fantasies of playing tag around the house, of wrestling, of teaching my boy to identify breeds of dogs, of showing him my favorite movies, of having man-to-man chats, will all be crushed under my workload, or my waning interest, or my inabilities, or some other mundane calamity. I hope not. I hope I donít look back on this year and feel bittersweet, saddened by my own idealism. I feel that way sometimes when I think about attitudes I had in college, attitudes that proved to be impractical or misinformed but were so filled with passion and idealism at the time.
You Betrayed Me (June) [tmn]