I’ve always wanted to be a father. To be honest, the idea of offspring was always easier to digest than the partner to create that child with. For some reason, I’ve always believed that I will make a decent father, but it has, up till now, been a theoretical exercise in self-evaluation.
I also come from a very family-oriented upbringing in which we were always encouraged to stick together; to view the family as the foundation, the launch pad from which we tackle the world. I figure my father did well enough with us for me to be in a position to transfer that knowledge and wisdom onto my own offspring.
On top of all this, I was always encouraged to be independent and self-sufficient. Understand your capabilities, transform your weaknesses into the positive and work to your strengths. As a result, I have travelled through life with a slightly inflated belief in myself and my capacity. What I am able to do directly impacts on how I eat, how I live.
I view life as a journey through experience. We are born, learn to sit, crawl, walk, run, speak; go to nursery school, primary school, high school, hit puberty, discover the opposite sex, discover our own personalities, decide what we want to do with our lives, go to university, technikon or just start working. Each of these is a milestone, a step along the way that we determine in relation to what we want out of our lives. One of my ‘milestones’ has always been to start a family.
And then it happened.
The missus walked in the door with a pregnancy test. My first reaction was ‘okay, so what does this mean’. All of a sudden, I had gone blind and didn’t notice the little image on side that explains what the lines mean. Second reaction: ‘oh cool’. Very surreal.
I read somewhere that, for men, the first child is always the weirdest to deal with. You know there is a baby growing in there. You feel the baby kick and squirm. But your body isn’t changing … you don’t actually feel the dramatic metamorphosis. You try to plan, you get the advice, read the books, take the antenatal classes, but it isn’t real till you see the child come out. Everything seems unreal and removed.
That state carried through to the actual birth. I think I was in shock. Dazed. I had become comfortable with the monthly visits to the doctor, been involved with the setting up on the nursery, started planning and shopping, but nothing really can prepare you for that moment. There are certain experiences that no-one can really prepare you for, especially marriage and, I have recently discovered, parenthood.
I remember walking from the ward to the nursery, following the nurse to weigh the new head of my household, with this truly dazed look and bumping into another man on his way back with the exact same look. We had to laugh. Childbirth is the one place where I – as an independent, self sufficient and capable man – felt absolutely useless.
“Daddy, stand here. Sit there. Come with me. Go there. Give him this. Don’t do that.”
Other than when I nearly passed out from seeing my wife from the inside out – caesarean -, everyone seemed to treat me like the guy who hangs out with his friend on a date. I felt like an appendix – not really there for anything but with potential to create problems – an unnecessary inconvenience.
One thing I am grateful for is that the nurses do everything to make you feel like you have a function. They give you a chart, instructions on keeping track of feeds, nappy changes, etc, show you how to change a nappy, wash the baby and send you on your merry way. By day three, I felt like a pro. I had been given tasks and I had followed them to a tee.
Then we went home……
Once again, it doesn’t matter what they say to you. The countless pieces of advice you get from friends, family and random strangers. You just go with the flow and hope for the best. My biggest moment so far was at 4am, when my son wouldn’t sleep and I was taking a bit too long, for him, in warming his bottle. I looked at him with absolute frustration and he looked straight back at me …. All I could say was ‘dude, chill’. He is here as a result of my actions. He’s still trying to figure out what’s going on and I cannot fault him for any of it.
I often hear people talking about what kind of career their child will follow. How he or she is going to impact on the world. My only concern is what kind of mind he is going to be and that he engages with respect, integrity and humility. And that I am able to provide him with access to all the tools he needs to live a full life. It is no more about me. The prince has arrived and taken his rightful place. I am but his servant.
Published in True Love
thats all I can say
Never took the time to see things from a mans point of view.
Mr Baffoe, thank you for the blessing, sharing your thoughts is priceless, worth more than any material thing you could offer the world.
Stay inspired, write till your mind forgets the logistics required to form words on paper, even then, dictate and you will surely find a volunteer to immortalise your gift.
Hey you, thank you for taking the time to read. Hope you are well and enjoying the world.
Hey Liz, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I view fatherhood as the ultimate blessing & continue to learn every day.
Never before hav i encounterd a man that treasures nd shows deep appreciation for the gift of fatherhood the way u do! U give hope…
cool, ntate baffoe! this is the 2nd time i read this and it still brings out a silly grin on my face. keep writin’.
I think a lot of brotha who aren’t dads (yet) could do with reading this piece. It’s one of those that makes one look at ones self and quite frankly (in my case) freak out!!! i find myself wondering if I’m anywhere near being rady for marriage let alone fatherhood. However, hope to one day share my own thoughts about the subject (I stopped breathing for a moment when I though of the whole thing) 🙂
Kweku is lucky to have u as a daddy 🙂