Okay, so it is time that I reveal the truth. I hate being a daddy!
Just kidding. I actually love it and it is the most rewarding thing I have ever done in my life. The love you feel for a child can not be compared to anything. But with love comes conflict, and that is undeniable. Lets be frank, there are some things that just aren’t that great about being a parent.
Although I would not trade being a parent for anything in the world, here is a list of 3 things I love and 3 things I don’t love about being a parent!
Things I Love About Being A Daddy
1. I love hugs
I don’t know about other parents, but when Isaac hugs me, everything is right in the world. No matter what kind of day I am having, those hugs can bring a smile to my face and warm my heart.
It is even better when they happen spontaneously. Sometimes, out of no where, I see him running towards me with arms wide open just wanting to show me he loves me. There really is nothing better in the world than that feeling.
2. I love introducing him to new things
When I see Isaac’s face when he see’s something new, I feel like I am rediscovering it myself. I saw this recently when we took a trip together.
Kids allow you to life through different eyes for a while, and can give you a different perspective on almost anything.
3. I love watching him grow
Although I continue to threaten him with the freezer, I love to see how Isaac is growing and changing through the years. At the age of four, he now gives a very different answer to questions he would before.
He is also looking more and more like my own father, and that is something that is quite amazing.
Things I Don’t Love About Being A Daddy
1. I hate not sleeping in
I miss sleep ins. I miss days where I did not have to wake up. Where I could stay in bed and no one would care if I even showered (even though it was quite depressing back then).
Now, I get waken up 6 am every morning to be reminded that I have to get someones breakfast. Thanks Isaac.
2. I hate mess
It is not Isaac’s fault that I am OCD about cleaning. I blame my mother. She could not sit still without noticing a fingerprint on the window, and unfortunately this seems to have rubbed off onto me.
It is hard to be a perfectionist with a child.
3. I hate my missing collectors coins
Although Isaac swears that I must have left them at the golf club (how???), my collectors coins have been missing for some time and I can’t help but think there is a little man that knows something more than he lets on.
With all this, there really is nothing better for me than being a father.