It’s been less than a month since I first held my daughter in my arms as a tiny ball of life and potential. Even in such a little time the changes in her have been hard to believe. Every now and then I find myself imagining the person she may grow up to be sharing my love of the Tasmanian wilderness and some of my other passions with her.
The moment life changes.
I’ve heard a lot of often hyperbolic descriptions of how a parent’s life changes the moment their child is born. While I wasn’t exactly struck by a bolt of realisation that nothing in life would be the same again, it was certainly quite an experience. I was exultant and deeply appreciative of all of the medical professionals who had helped us through the pregnancy, as well as my heroic wife who had done an incredible job carrying our baby. At the same time I was also hit with a powerful sense of relief that the worst of my wife’s ordeal was over and my little girl had finally been born safely and all the terrible complications I had imagined had not come to pass.
And while I wouldn’t go so far as saying everything was differently, I quickly became aware that I was thinking about a number of things differently and my priorities had been significantly rearranged. I’ve heard about many people who lose all interest in their previous hobbies and just lose themselves in fatherhood. I still expect to continue many of my interests, although I do expect to be writing less on this site.
I haven’t had much chance to write much over the last couple of weeks. This has largely been to do with the birth of my daughter, which has had a profound impact on my life. As a corollary of this, a fair amount of my thoughts and observations may shift to the new topic of parenthood. I’m not planning on stealing from Sonia Kruger’s playbook and use the phrase, “as a parent,’ to make claims with no factual basis, but parenthood is a complex and fascinating area so I will be making a few comments about my experience of it.