It is the eve before my son’s firstday at summer camp. I get to drive him there and drop him off and drive away anxiously as he spends his week learning and playing with other scouts his age. I think that I may be more concerned than he is. As we were getting him ready, I made sure that he had his scouting 10 outdoor essentials, his webelos manual and some bacon jerky Incase he needed an extra snack. All I can think of is if he will be ok being at a strange camp by by himself (without a familiar grown up). Then the paranoia set in followed by all the what ifs. What if he wanders off and gets lost in the wilderness. What if he comes across a bear. What if there is a forest fire. There isn’t much more to write other than as every parent eventually does, I will have to let go and trust that my son can handle himself and take one more step closer to manhood by learning to be independent. With a prayer and a hopeful heart I wish my best Bud a day filled with joy and learning at Camp.
July 1, 2013AM 8:56
Skip ahead to the good part. Delivery went smoothly, wife did great. Best of all, our new baby is enormous. 9lb 1oz. He’s got a set of lungs on him that rival the scream from the singer of an 80s glam metal band.
The manlydad adventure continue…with diapers!!!
July 1, 2013 7:25AM
Doctors just scrubbed in and I am waiting to be brought in for the birth of little
Dequan, Chuck, Rigoberto
July 1, 2013 7:02AM
It’s go time
July 1, 2013 5:41AM
Bleary eyed and exhausted after less than 2 hours sleep we are checked in at the hospital. Almost ready to welcome little
Cornelius, Kanye , Jethro into the world.
July 1, 2013 2:32AM
It’s either the excitement or insomnia. Regardless of what it is it sucks. I have to be up in 2 hours and have not slept a wink. 3 hours until we are due at the hospital and 5 hours until I meet my new son.
Here is my strategy for staying awake later this morning:
June 30th 2013 11:59PM
Here is the play by play blog of the birth of baby <insert first name here> Right now my wife is resting and getting ready for a scheduled c-section in the morning. So far the doctor’s instructions are no more food after midnight. The first thought that comes to mind is…”am I married to a mogwai?”
“And will she turn into a gremlin if I feed her after midnight.”