Thursday November 27, 2008

momentous moments in the moment

i think having a second child makes you realize that you are a dad. a father. the first child’s birth is full of such anticipation and excitement, fear and nervousness, joy and elation. the second child’s birth is filled with realization and peace, a calm confidence of life and your place in it. i am a father. those words mean the world. they give purpose and direction. as i sit here, i watch cohen playing with his trains and “TON-nels” i still remember the small, fussy infant who would only sleep in his carseat. and now we have been blessed with avery, sleeping in her basinet upstairs, something cohen refused to do. she sucks on pacifiers, something cohen would never do. avery’s already peed on mandy, something cohen never did to her (amazingly!). here she is, just less than 7 days old, and we already know so much about her, because we have a healthy comparison to make. she is her own soul, she is my daughter. and still we can tell so much more about her because cohen has already blazed a trail, his own trail, with trains, tunnels, coughie & coffee, the mispronunciation of flag and frog, praying at meals and “kicken”. you realize your a father with your second child. you realize you’re married with the first child. you realize you’re in love when you get married. and you realize you’re alive each and every day you acknowledge that all you have has been given to you from Above. et cetera.