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Aug. 2, 2007 I got married late in life, 41 and the only thought I had about kids was that I wouldn't have any; I was getting a bit seasoned to have a yard ape. Well, as life goes, I finally got married and just over 3 years ago, my wife announced she was pregnant which of course filled me with a bit of terror. Here I was in what could be considered the half time of my life and suddenly the coach came in and announced I was going to be the starting QB in the second half. After some thinking about it I thought a good backup would be good. A son to mold in my image without some of the defects. A son to teach all the manly things such as how to throw a spiral, sink a 3 point shot and someone to watch the big game with. Life decided however that a cheerleader was what team Stevens needed. To be perfectly honest I was just a little disappointed when my wife announced that the pitter patter of little feet was going to be in pink socks. Like a loving wife my wife didn't get too strange on me with strange food cravings. No pickles and ice cream, chili and ice cream (my wife actually admitted to that one with a previous child) Swedish meatballs covered with chunky peanut butter or a fried gopher on a stick. She did crave quite a lot of Mexican food and some occasional late night ice creams runs were requested. Of course, our house was kept cold enough to make freeze a penguin but other then that it was good. Like a good husband, I attended most of my wife's doctor visits and tried to be accommodating with late night snack request. I actually put on weight to make it easier for my wife which I think is a good sacrifice on my part Also like a good husband I was there for the birth and any disappointment I might have felt about not having a son disappeared. From the first time I saw her, the first time I held her I was stricken. I was a daddy to the most beautiful little girl that had ever been conceived. The first day we had her at home, I sat on the couch for hours cradling her in my arms, just watching her sleep. I don't think that my wife would have too many complaints about me willing to get up to feed her or change her. My wife stayed on maternity leave for 6 weeks and after that, as I was working a second shift, I was home with her during the morning until I went to work. So during the first year we spent a lot of time just being together. As she got a little older, we'd play together on the floor and got some father/daughter wrestling in. She'll soon turn 3 and as a result I've found myself doing things that I NEVER thought I'd do. At 44 I've pretended to eat and drink and, horror of horrors, played with dolls. She's also told my mother in law that daddy is at fu-fu class, known in some circles as kung fu. Not all of this is about my daughter. My wife sacrificed by returning to work after 6 weeks of maternity leave and I was fortunate enough to be working 2nd shift which gave me additional time to bond with our newest arrival. My wife puts up with the many faults that I acquired as a result of 41 years of bachelorhood. As with most husbands I am sometimes guilty of not showing enough appreciation to my wife. My wife has given me the greatest gift that can be given to anyone. She gave me a child. I LOVE YOU RHONDA. ------------ About the author: Tracey Stevens is a longtime contributor of Useless-Knowledge. Email: phoque62@hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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