Not prepared, but practiced

Less than four weeks until I will be a full-on, real life Dad. Am I prepared? YOU KNOW I’M NOT. But, I do have some practice.

As I’ve been told, not much can fully prepare you for parenthood. Poo poo explosions, various forms of destruction, and overwhelming feelings of love all lie in wait. I may have never dealt with a feces catastrophe, but I have experienced a degree of overwhelming love.

Marrying my wife has come with some great benefits #wifewithbenefits

Her two sisters have raised three incredible little girls. They are seven, four, and one-and-a-halfish. There for a while, I (and many others) thought that this branch of the family was only capable of producing girls. It appears that I have finally injected the appropriate amount of testosterone to go against the grain. Anyone who knows me could probably have guessed that… right?

Anyway, these nieces of mine have brought a ridiculous amount of joy to my life. Technically I was still just dating my wife when the first was born, but I’ve still been lucky enough to be “Uncle Wil” for their whole lives. The middle niece kind of attended our wedding, though she was still in her Mom’s belly.

I was hesitant to hold the first when she was born since I’d never been around babies. I held the middle one immediately. The first time I saw the youngest, I tossed her up on my shoulder and burped her on the spot – all the doctors clapped.

They all have distinct personalities, ways of displaying affection, and other delightfully unique qualities. Watching them grow up and be raised so magnificently has been an excellent window into parenthood for me into life’s highest points, challenges, and hilarious moments.

As you may know, I haven’t known how to ride a bike for very long. We went camping recently and had some bikes for a few terrifying laps around the campground.

I was begged to go on a few rides, so I obliged even though I didn’t have the bike I was used to. I used my sister-in-law’s instead even though she may or may not be taller than me (I make up for my height with the aforementioned ample testosterone).

Long story short, I was on a foreign bike stopped in the road with a vehicle behind us closing in at 5 mph about 200 yards away. As I tried to scootch to the side, I stumbled and did a full roll backwards on the pavement. What did my niece/riding partner do? Help me up? Offer Band-Aids or refreshments?

She rode away laughing to tell everyone.

Riding gingerly back, I couldn’t stop smiling. Kids are the best people to share life with. Sometimes they ride their bikes a little too fast or slow, laugh at you, get laughed at, cry in sadness or joy, and everything in between. Every experience that I’ve had with each of my nieces has been positive no-matter what.

My own son will be a 24/7 gig, so every feeling will be amplified. I am excited for that. The highs, lows, and everything else will be an amazing experience that I can’t wait to share with him.

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