I love my little girl. I still call her “Little Girl.” She’s now 14, as tall as her mother, and full of aspirations, new feelings, and visions of a coming future.
I remember when I first learned that my wife was pregnant. I was stunned, scared, and in denial. I could think of no way that this would work. I was selfish, and still very much a boy (no matter what my biological age was then). Never having had a father figure of any kind, I just couldn’t conceive that I could manage. I was worried. I didn’t know what to do.
The only experience I had with fathering was being the stepfather to my wife’s son. He turned out to be a fine young man (that’s for another post), despite my attempts at fathering.
I remember when I learned that this new baby was going to be a girl. I can…
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