Dipping My Toes into Stay-at-Home Parenthood

As I write this at midday on Monday, my son is asleep. I had just changed his diaper and his clothes–since he peed all over himself and them–and I set him down in his bassinet for minute so I could brush my teeth.

He had gotten quiet for more than a few moments, so I checked on him and found him asleep. I decided to use the opportunity to take a shower, and it felt like a victory.

Apparently, this is what being a stay-at-home parent feels like: small victories during the course of an otherwise unpredictable day. Continue reading “Dipping My Toes into Stay-at-Home Parenthood”

On being a Dad, and Also being Selfish

Having a son has taught me a lot. I’ve learned how to put a diaper on a baby tight enough that they don’t pee around it. I’ve learned the various phases of infant defecation. And I’ve learned that making my son smile for the first time—and I mean really smile, not a muscle reflex—is one of the most fulfilling moments of my life.

But I’ve also learned that being a dad is really just an endeavor in ego-feeding. Very caring, loving, and dare I say selfless ego-feeding. Continue reading “On being a Dad, and Also being Selfish”