My father has been appearing in my dreams a lot lately. Probably because I feel myself overlapping with my father at this particular part of my life. When he was my age, I was 8 years old. Which, in hindsight, is halfway through my life with him, as he passed away when I was 17. But in many ways I see my parents as wise beyond their years in their parenting of me, and I only hope I can meet the bar that they’ve set. I’m gonna try real hard.
In the meantime, I am discovering that I’m also highly sensitive to the thought of “changing” when I become a father. I don’t like changing in predictable ways, and the more people say things like “oh, you’re going to think completely differently about things once you’re a parent” the more I resist those changes. I want my changes to come from inside me, and not to be guided by expectations or stereotypes or the occasional cynical remark.
That said, I’ve already become much more of a home-body, just as the stereotypes dictate. Ahead of time, even. Half because I don’t want to leave my lovely pregnant wife at home by herself and half because I feel like I’m in some kind of cocoon state that is requiring all of my subconscious resources to build new subconscious structures to help transition me into the new responsibilities and opportunities of fatherhood. That, and I’ve also become somewhat of a workaholic, at least in terms of hours. I feel like this is my last couple months to really devote myself 100% to the foundation of my self-employment, and even though I’ll be as loyal to work and career after I become a father, it will no longer be the primary recreational activity that occupies my brain. Also, I’m loving work right now and that’s pretty awesome to have. Of course, even though people don’t actually say this to me, I feel like the male stereotype of PROVIDING that complements the female stereotype of NESTING is one I should resist. Yeah, it’s all a little neurotic but that’s just the way my brain’s wired. I will do everything I can to help the family, but I will never claim to having sole responsibility for the providing, nor exclusion from the nesting. Enough about that.
Today Esther and I purchased some art supplies that we’ll be putting to use in the next week as our first joint art project. In a way, other than our genes and bodies and minds, this will be the first physical gift that we give to our future son. It’s quite fun to be able to celebrate and meditate on him through creative art projects.
