I know, this is a day late. But I was out of town and didn't have my computer with me. (I travel with enough carry-ons if you know what I mean.) I want to take a special moment to single out the man who makes it all possible, the love of my life and the one that Jack affectionately and voraciously calls "Da Da Da", Michael.
I know Mike always wanted a family, but he confessed to me he was scared about how he would be as a father. Mike strives to be the best in everything he does (his success professionally at such a young age is a testament to that), but parenthood is its own beast and what really qualifies as "good parenting" is subjective. The day we found out we were pregnant I didn't give Mike any warning I was going to take a test. I just did it, thinking it would be negative. When I ran screaming from the bathroom "I peed on a stick and there are two lines", Mike strongly encouraged me to go take another test and then promptly started to hyperventilate and put his head between his knees. I took a total of three tests that night to satisfy his disbelief.
Since that moment Mike has been the most attentive father that one could imagine. Yes, he works and travels a lot, but he is always there for Jack. He held Jack first after he was born, singing him the Michigan fight song. He changed his first poopy diaper because I couldn't get out of bed. And during that first week in the hospital he slept on the most uncomfortable couch so he could be with us every single moment.
Jack is really beginning to realize how cool his Dad is as he enters toddlerhood. It is his Dad that takes him to swim class on the weekends. And Dad that pushes him really really high on the swings. It is Dad who lets him watch Sports Center because Mike just wants to cuddle with him. And it is Dad that is teaching him how to play ball and fetch with Skylos.
I know as we go forward there are going to be a whole lot more Jack and Dad moments. The first tee-ball game, the first golf lesson, the first time Jack learns to tie a tie, and and how to ride a bike.
As Jack's personality develops, I see more and more of his father in him. It is overwhelming to see so much already of the man I love in this little critter who is at this moment swatting the dogs tail (Mike only pets Skyos, but we are working on "gentle"). I see Mike's determination in Jack and his fearlessness. I see his sense of humor and his willingness to laugh. I see his hair color and my continued disbelief that I have a blond child.
So Mike, put any trepidation aside. You are doing a helluva job! We love you!
I know Mike always wanted a family, but he confessed to me he was scared about how he would be as a father. Mike strives to be the best in everything he does (his success professionally at such a young age is a testament to that), but parenthood is its own beast and what really qualifies as "good parenting" is subjective. The day we found out we were pregnant I didn't give Mike any warning I was going to take a test. I just did it, thinking it would be negative. When I ran screaming from the bathroom "I peed on a stick and there are two lines", Mike strongly encouraged me to go take another test and then promptly started to hyperventilate and put his head between his knees. I took a total of three tests that night to satisfy his disbelief.
Since that moment Mike has been the most attentive father that one could imagine. Yes, he works and travels a lot, but he is always there for Jack. He held Jack first after he was born, singing him the Michigan fight song. He changed his first poopy diaper because I couldn't get out of bed. And during that first week in the hospital he slept on the most uncomfortable couch so he could be with us every single moment.
Jack is really beginning to realize how cool his Dad is as he enters toddlerhood. It is his Dad that takes him to swim class on the weekends. And Dad that pushes him really really high on the swings. It is Dad who lets him watch Sports Center because Mike just wants to cuddle with him. And it is Dad that is teaching him how to play ball and fetch with Skylos.
I know as we go forward there are going to be a whole lot more Jack and Dad moments. The first tee-ball game, the first golf lesson, the first time Jack learns to tie a tie, and and how to ride a bike.
As Jack's personality develops, I see more and more of his father in him. It is overwhelming to see so much already of the man I love in this little critter who is at this moment swatting the dogs tail (Mike only pets Skyos, but we are working on "gentle"). I see Mike's determination in Jack and his fearlessness. I see his sense of humor and his willingness to laugh. I see his hair color and my continued disbelief that I have a blond child.
So Mike, put any trepidation aside. You are doing a helluva job! We love you!
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