True story. It’s what the majority of people tell me. 80% of all “congratulations!” are immediately followed by unsolicited advice veiled as reality checks.
Two under two!?
Ha! Good luck!
Well… see you never.
Wait – I thought we were just celebrating? Would you let your grandma blow out her birthday candles only to remind her that she’s a year closer to death?
Where does this loss of enthusiasm come from? Is it intentional? Or is it just easier to make light of the challenges ahead?
Am I ready for two kids under two? Absolutely not. It’s disingenuous to say that I am. I have no idea what that looks like. But it doesn’t mean I’ve thrown in the towel.
It’s a challenge. I get it. But can we stop with the pessimism or backhanded jokes and focus on the good that’s about to come? Like the fact that I can’t wait for my daughter to have a best friend. That I am thrilled about expanding our definition of family. That (insert mushy sentence I’d only let slip out after a cocktail or two).
By the way – of course I’m totally terrified. And I love that. It lets me know how important this is to me. So, bring on the shit, just don’t talk to me about it.
Until Next Time,
Phil
Phil Ginther
About Me: Father. Husband. Child at heart. Take a read and have a laugh as I sort through what it means to be a father of two.
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