In the weeks that led up to becoming a dad, I received a lot of well-intentioned, but largely unhelpful advice. It seemed like everyone who’d ever been spat up on, changed a blown-out diaper, or tried to comfort a colicky child took wicked delight in describing the horror ahead of my wife and me. It’s like they wanted me to regret having a child. I did my best to remain polite, but inside, I rolled my eyes.
You may feel like nothing you do is extraordinary, or even noteworthy. Fingers that should fly on a piano instead change diapers. A mind that could confound the best debtor instead navigates the tantrums of a willful toddler. The compassion that could bring professional peace to the downtrodden instead salves the heart of a husband who screws up more often than he would like.