My wife is just days away from delivering our first child. It’s been a long journey, and it hasn’t really sunk in that we’re going to have a very tiny roommate in just a week, maybe less. I am incredibly excited to welcome our daughter to this planet for all of its wonders and horrors. The soul that is about to take residence in our daughter will hit the metaphysical jackpot of being born in a stable country that values women, lets them vote, allows them to own property, and have self-directed decision power over their own reproduction.
I will steep her in the western tradition with stories of Greece, and the duality of the western civilization. This is all selfish projection of my own world view, but that is one of the joys of children isn’t it? She’ll figure it out for herself and rebel anyway, so I’m going to lay the groundwork for her to rebel against. This is the role of the father.
At this point I suppose I am getting ahead of schedule a bit. For the immediate future, I’ll be happy to keep her fed and keep her diaper clean. Sleep will be optional.
