I have never been a role model for anybody.
I don’t mean I have done bad things and nobody should see me as a role model. I have just never been in the situation where someone has looked up to me for guidance or motivation.
My son, Noah, is 9 months old now. The past 9 months have been full of fun, joy, laughter, love, affection and awe. I say they have been filled with awe because I just can’t comprehend how I managed to make something as perfect as my little boy.
I have been reading a few articles recently by parents of slightly older children, discussing what makes a good steward.
I have to say, I am scared…
I know that my son is a wonderful baby. Ever since he was born he spends 90% of his day smiling and laughing, and I am immensely proud of him.
I am scared because I hope I can give him everything he needs in life. This is not an exercise in self-loathing where I seek compliments and positive energy. This is a young father who loves his son so much that he never wants to misguide him or steer him down the wrong road. I have been raised very well by my family, and I am desperate to give Noah everything he needs to live a wholesome life.
I think fear and trepidation are perfectly normal emotions when heading into the world of parenthood, but I always felt like I should remain stoic and strong as the man of the family.
The world we live in expects a man to be this way.
A man showing emotion, be it fear, sadness or sorrow, is not a man in the eyes of modern society. I hope that my son will grow to learn that showing your emotions is the ultimate sign of “manliness”.
Parenthood and life as a whole are massive balancing acts and I want to be able to keep the right balance for as long as Noah needs me.
As worried as I am about giving my boy all the love and nurturing he needs, I have a safety net…
She already is, and will continue to be, a simply incredible mother and woman.
Having her by my side when raising Noah has been nothing short of amazing. Even though he is only 9 months old, our son absolutely adores his Mummy. He spends the entire day with her, and still laughs and smiles at her when she looks at him.
She had her fair share of setbacks and drama in the run up to giving birth. She had a reaction to the medication given to induce labour and had to go through a 2-hour long “contraction” before the induction could be reversed.
Before going into the operating theatre for a caesarean section, she could start to feel the anaesthetic wearing off once they had taken Noah out, which meant she had to be put to sleep while they finished. She was terrified.
I have never been more proud of her for pushing through it.
She is my role model, and because of that, I can’t go wrong.
Don’t get me wrong, she is just as worried as I am about bringing Noah in a warm and loving environment. Based on the past 10 years I have spent with her, I know our son could never ever have a more amazing person as his mother.
She always seems to now the right thing to do and say and has taken to motherhood like the proverbial duck to water. She is the strongest person I know.
I just hope she has strong enough arms to carry me with her too…