The Dad Moment

My son was born last year and of course, my life changed forever.  When my son was born, I honestly couldn’t believe it.  I was thinking, here is this little being who is going to call me “Dad” one day.  What is this going to be like?  I didn’t even know what to do when I physically saw him for the first time.  I just touched him with my finger to see if he’s real!  It was just too surreal and for some reason, the first 24 hours with Nik felt like a dream.

The first couple of days, the first few weeks were memorable.  He was so tiny, he took a lot of cat naps, and seemed to be curious about his surroundings whenever his eyes were open.  I was learning everything I could about taking care of a newborn baby.  My friends and family were always asking me, “What’s it like being a Dad?”  “How do you feel now that you are a Dad?”  Honestly, I didn’t feel anything Dad-like during this time.  I was expecting it to hit me right away but I was consumed by making sure I was there for my family.  I wanted to make sure my wife and I were doing everything right in taking care of Nik.  We were learning what works best for Nik and following the outline of things to do and look out for from our pediatrician. A part of me felt like I was learning to babysit a new child.  I wasn’t panicking that I didn’t feel like a Dad but I figured it would hit me in time.  In the first couple of weeks of having Nik in the house, I thought about it whenever someone asked me that question otherwise it really wasn’t on the forefront of my mind.

I would say about 3 months or 4 months in, it finally happened.  I wish I would have recorded the date now looking back but the memory is still there.  It was early on a Saturday morning, around 4 or 5am when Nik started to cry.  Jennifer faintly said, “It’s your turn now.” and I was reluctant to get up.  I knew Jennifer was tired and had been up with him earlier so I had no choice but to get up.  I remember being so annoyed with Nik and I was like, “Alright, let’s do this.”  I knew he wasn’t hungry as Jennifer had given him a bottle when she was up with him.  So I figured he either had to be lulled back to sleep or needed a diaper change.  His diaper was full so I picked him up and took him to the changing table in the other room.  I turned on the light and put him on the changing table.  I was the only one that really used the changing table.  Jennifer and her mother would change him on the fly on the couch or on the bed.  I just needed to have all the diapers, wipes, and the Peepee Teepee around me so that I wouldn’t mess things up on the couch or the bed.  My fear was to have Nik pee all over me or all over the bed or couch.  If you don’t know what the Peepee Teepee is, it’s a cone shaped cloth that basically absorbs the pee in case your baby starts going while your changing them.  I only ended up using once, so I guess I got lucky. lol

Nik had calmed down when we got into the other room.  He was very calm when I put him on the changing table.  I remember taking off the soiled diaper and began grabbing the new diaper when all of a sudden a loud fart emerged.  He farts loud and I wake up instantly.  Up until that moment, I thought baby farts were supposed to be a soft noise, a cute noise, something associated with adorable and the phrase “awwwww”.  This was not adorable whatsoever.  This sounded like a man fart.  The type of fart you hear in a public men’s bathroom.  I was shocked and looked at Nik with astonishment.  I was very awake now.  I looked at Nik and was like, “Only a baby but farts like a grown man! I’m so proud of you!” and I start laughing uncontrollably.  My laugh was contagious that Nik starts laughing uncontrollably as well.  It was the first time that we had a moment like that.  I connected with him more than ever and it was the first time I had him laughing like that.  I wasn’t into making silly faces or silly noises.  Jennifer would make him laugh like that and she would tease me for not trying to do that with Nik.  I would get a smile from him from time to time but not a giggle.

After changing his diaper, I held him for a long time.  I remember looking directly at him and saying, “I love you son!”  I had woke up with an attitude and now I’m looking at my son and saying, “Every single moment I spend time with you is worth it!” with a giant grin on my face.  I remember not wanting to go back to sleep in that moment, I even wanted to wake up Jennifer for that moment but quickly realized she was too tired to be bothered.

I put Nik back to sleep in the bassinet and remember crawling back to bed.  I remember not falling asleep right away as I was so happy to have that moment with Nik. I couldn’t wait to tell Jennifer about it.  I remember being excited that I can finally answer my friends and family with a sincere response that made me feel proud to be a father.

Shark Tank, The Profit, and R. Kelly make me believe I can fly!

My wife, Jennifer, loves to watch Shark Tank and The Profit.  I am always reluctant to watch but when I do, I get hooked.  I am starting to like The Profit more than Shark Tank because I just like Marcus Lemonis.  Marcus doesn’t fit the TV mold and I believe that he’s a no non-sense type of guy.  The Profit has done some follow ups where they will show businesses that Marcus invested in and have failed, which makes me buy into the show more.  After watching The Profit and Shark Tank, I’m left thinking about the people who are profiled on the show.  They will tell their story of how they got started and how passionate they are about the product they are selling.  I’m amazed by their motivation and their passion for their work.  I’m left wondering, what exactly is my passion?  I’m still drawing a blank.

Who doesn’t want to be the boss of their own company?  Who doesn’t want to set their own hours?  Who doesn’t want to live out their dream of becoming a success? Who doesn’t want to fly their own jet, buy random cars, and live lavishly?  I do!!!  But I’m still drawing a blank.  I don’t really have a product to sell.  I don’t have an idea for something useful. I don’t have something I want to create anywhere in my mind. Anywhere! I also don’t know any geniuses that I can piggyback off of either.

I want to become that contestant so that I can become the next Profit!  I want to be the next Mark Cuban.  Shoot, I just want to be rich, and invest on some motivated geniuses so I can get richer.  I mean, that just sounds amazing and fun.  Sell me your pitch, let me see if you bullshitting me, maybe I’ll give you some money but you have to give me some of your soul too, let’s crunch the numbers…okay, let’s shake.  Let me be honest here, I don’t want to be Michael Jordan rich but if I can live off of $100k for the next 70 years, I would be more than okay with that.  I think once I’m 107 years of age, I can look back and say, this was an awesome ride and sleep in peace.

As much as I don’t like watching reality shows, these two shows do get me going and they make me believe.  That’s what matters right? Belief?  I still get a kick about the Squatty Potty or the thing that illuminates your toilet bowl at night.  I should have come up with that!  lol  Just like I should have come up with the lottery numbers too.  I have to admit, when I listen to R. Kelly’s I Believe I Can Fly, it does take me to a place that I’ve been thinking about since I was 13.  The thought of dunking on a basketball hoop that’s 10 feet up in the air. Now at 36, I’ll take 8.5 feet in the air while someone takes a photo and posting it on social media so that it looks like an impossible feat.  For a good 10 seconds while listening to I Believe I can Fly, I fly, and yell “I’M FLYING MOMMA!”  Now I’m back at my desk trying to figure how to make some money!

Update: I’ve invested in Acorns. Slowly but surely folks!