Anyone will tell you, becoming a father
is a learning process. There are things, though, that you can't read in a
book or hear from your parents or even Oprah. Many things you just have to
come to know on your own. Often to the great potential hazard of yourself
and your child, but such are the trials and tribulations of life. As my first
Father's Day approaches, I've been reflecting long and hard upon all that
I've learned in these seven short months that I've been in that elite society
of people who're known as "Dad".
The first thing fatherhood taught me was how to be supportive of my pregnant
wife. I put my foot in mouth a thousand times from the moment of conception
until the moment of delivery and several thousand times since then. I learned
not to suggest that in lieu of spending money on maternity clothes we fashion
something out of old bed sheets or a hefty lawn and leaf bag. When she's
mowing through a box of Nutter Butter cookies, you shouldn't say "I thought
you were only eating for Two." In the delivery room you shouldn't remark
- "The baby's almost out, how come you still look fat?"
Au contraire. You have to flatter unlike any other time in your life. Walk
behind her and remark, "From back here it doesn't even look like you're
pregnant!" If she's simply too enormous to say anything sincerely nice about
her size, concentrate on something else such as how nice her skin is, or
how of all the people you've ever seen as large as she is, she smells the
best.
From there the lessons just continue to fall into place...
Fatherhood teaches you common sense. It's good to let your child follow
his natural curiosities and explore things. However, this does not include
the knife drawer, the octopus with eleven electric cords sticking out of
it and wet things on the floor of a public rest room facility. They want
to check out everything and you want to encourage him, but that doesn't mean
you should hand him the candle on the dinner table if he reaches for it.
Fatherhood teaches you to be wary of strangers. People are going to
be naturally curious of your baby and you're proud to show him off, but that
doesn't mean you should let a homeless intravenous drug user play "Got yer
Nose" with him. Nor is it okay to allow young upstart street entertainers
to include your baby in their juggling act.
Fatherhood teaches you the growth cycle. You come to learn that you'll
not be out in the yard tossing the football with your newborn fresh out of
the hospital, and that he can't barely hold his own head up. Before you have
a baby, the average man can't tell the difference between a baby who's two
months old and one that's three years old. Afterward you can tell how old
he is, how much he weighs and when he'll be getting his teeth.
Fatherhood teaches you humility. One time when I was watching the
baby alone, and a friend suggested I take him out in the stroller because
chicks dig a guy with a baby. Something about phermones. Every time I looked
at a girl to gauge whether or not they were checking me out with the baby,
though, I'd get a look that said "Look at you looking at me to see if I'm
looking at you with your baby."
Fatherhood teaches you diplomacy. You have to smile and chortle with
delight as you're presented with a tie or a paper weight or a really ugly,
ill-fitting shirt you'd not be caught dead in. It's certainly the thought
that counts, but there's the matter of having to warehouse all the crap.
There's no way to ever get rid of any of it without getting busted by your
kids who'll be taking inventory of every gift they give you for the next
decade or so.
Fatherhood teaches you morality. Somehow you can't get past the fact
that whatever you do, your kid is going to do. As his father he's going to
see my example more completely than anyone else's, save for some big screen
action heroes. Therefore any sordid behavior I partake in, I can pretty much
be sure that he'll do as well.
Fatherhood teaches you poverty. Baby stuff is pricey. In the absence
of relatives who can take a hint, you're often forced to spring for them
yourself. And that's when they stick it to you. Are you really going to try
and economize when you're picking out a seat to protect your baby in the
car?
My parents always told me - "You've got a lot to learn. Just wait until you've
got kids of your own." I suspect this is just the beginning of what they
meant. This Fathers Day I'm going to think of all my new role as a father
has taught me, as I unwrap a really hideous tie with a big fat smile on my
face.
About the Author:
Eric
Ruhalter of Hoboken, NJ is an up and coming humorist. Eric is his own favorite writer, and
he avoids reading all together as a means of keeping it that way. If you'd like to employ his wit or
wisdom, you can Email him at
ERuhalter@aol.com.
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Anyone will tell you, becoming a father
is a learning process. There are things, though, that you can't read in a
book or hear from your parents or even Oprah. Many things you just have to
come to know on your own. Often to the great potential hazard of yourself
and your child, but such are the trials and tribulations of life. As my first
Father's Day approaches, I've been reflecting long and hard upon all that
I've learned in these seven short months that I've been in that elite society
of people who're known as "Dad". 
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