During a post Christmas visit, our friend who became a father for the first time almost a year ago asked “Are you all ready, then?”
It’s a simple enough question, glibly presented in expectation of a quick reply. I pondered for a moment and replied with “Is anyone every really ready?”. I thought I was being smart but this exchange of words echoed in my mind long after our goodbyes were said.
Is anyone ever really ready for their first child? How can you prepare? I’ve read a stack of books on pregnancy, birth and fatherhood. They are very useful but I get the nagging feeling it’s like planning for a trip to the moon.
But that’s just learning how to care for a baby. All that takes is a little patience and a lot of practise.
Am I ready to have my life changed forever? That’s the bigger question.
Am I ready to have my daily reading replaced with implausible tales chronicling unrealistic relationships between farmyard animals. Am I ready to have my DVD collection replaced with bright primary colours and repetitive songs about odd looking creatures living in daily fantasy. Am I ready to have my life turned upside forever?
Yes. Not only am I ready, but I can’t wait for it to happen. My future is in being a father. Everything previous seems so far away and so empty.