The Birth of My Son
September 9, 2013
The Birth of My Son
Some things in life can be planned, but nothing is ever for certain. I found that out a long time ago, but what really made me truly believe it was when it happened to me. I was twenty years old when I found out my wife was pregnant. I didn't really believe it at first; I didn't expect it to happen to me at the time. Nonetheless, it did. I really didn't know what to do, after a lot of thought it was decided I was about to become a father.
"Do some jumping jacks." My mother had said. I looked at my mother as if she was crazy, but at that point, I would really do whatever it took to be a good father and provider for my child. “Little did I know”, once my son entered this world on that day, that I would be introduced to all kinds of new experiences of becoming a parent for the first time and that the way I was living before his birth, those days were about to become a time in my life from the past. The first change that I immediately noticed was the amount of time that would be needed of me, leisurely activities that I frequently use to do such as, going to the sports bar with my friends, hanging out with friends, playing video games for half a day, just the fact that I could no longer go and come as I pleased anymore. Secondly, I still had a lot of growing up to do. I had to figure out my game plan for life, my career choice, and how to become a good father. I knew the one thing I could count on was the support of my family and the few friends I had. The amazing thing is that I never had the thought that I couldn’t handle being a good father or being overwhelmed. I automatically knew what to do and I knew I would be okay (work and be there for my son and wife). To pass the time, Florence and I began to discuss what we were going to do after the baby was born; she was 40 weeks into the pregnancy and due any day. Soon after she fell...
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