I’ve had a few friends or family members comment to me, “Hey, I saw you have a ‘Fatherhood’ section on your blog, and I was excited to see what you have to say about fatherhood, but there’s nothing there.”
So maybe a little explanation is in order. K and I are a few weeks away from finally being licensed to foster and/or adopt children through the Texas foster care program. No little ones in the house yet, but there could be two or three by this time next month. Am I ready? Is anyone?
Obviously, that makes this section of the blog a little premature. I have no special insights into fatherhood. Sure I’ve read books and been to training on being a parent, and K and I even had a sixteen-year-old exchange student live with us last year. But parenting strikes me as learn-on-the-job sort of thing, so I’m trying not to be overly confident in my expected skills at being a father. I’m not finding it difficult.
I used to joke with friends in law school that, when going into a final exam, it was the students who weren’t afraid who were in the most trouble—they didn’t even know how much they didn’t know. This feels the same. I’m excited and nervous at the same time, and that’s probably a good thing.
K and I have been married for ten years this month; we’ve been thinking about adoption for five years. We started the process in 2013, then stopped, the re-started in November of last year. It’s been a long journey.
If you’re wondering, I have plenty ideas about how to parent the children, how to deal with their particular situations and difficulties, how to love them and be firm about the rules, and all the other things that are part and parcel of parenthood. But I’m smart enough to know that they only thing that will happen if I share all of these ideas with you now is that you’ll all be quite amused when you start to hear about how different my reality is from what I’d imagined and how quickly my perfect-case scenarios fall by the wayside.
So, as I am doing, you’ll just have to wait.