When you’re a man and you find out that you’re going to have a son it seems like the natural instinct is to want a mini version of yourself. You know, I hope he looks like me, acts like me blah, blah.
At least that was my initial reaction until I really took a look in the mirror at myself. No way in hell that I want another me out here.
This is what’s so crazy. You’re the kid and I’m the parent, but you’re the one who inspires me and makes me want to be better, even before your birth.
I feel honored to be the father of a smart, fearless, and charismatic little boy. Everything that I have ever struggled at you excels at and it is amazing and makes me proud to be your Dad.
You never made me feel guilty when I had to move for work even though I know you preferred that I stay. You never give me too hard of a time that you no longer live in a two parent home like your classmates even though I know that’s what you want. You always try to make me feel smart even though 9/10 I have to Google whatever scientific fact you tell me or just say I don’t know son. Hell, you’re mainly the reason my fat was got serious in the gym again. Just love how you insinuated that Dad is supposed to have and.
How can a person be so young and so selfless?
You know, when my Dad would go out of town for work I would act out. Meanwhile, I’m away for months at a time and somehow you still have the ability to do what you’re supposed to do and not give your mother such a hard time.
I’m just proud and happy and shocked that you were able to overcome all of my parenting mistakes and still be the well rounded little boy that I see today.
I can’t wait to see what year 9 has in store for you and I can’t wait to see you and have those random conversations about life that borderline makes me uncomfortable because I don’t know the correct way to tell a kid.
I can go on and on but it’s pointless. I’m not letting you read any of my posts until your was is out the house lol.
With that being said it’s good to give you a little praise and write about you since I can talk and write about everything else.
Happy Birthday, CIII…
(OAN, I’m halfway done paying child support. Lol, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t mention that as well 🤣🤣🤣)
I love you son and a special thank you to his Mother for raising such an outstanding little boy.