“My wife and I are having a kid.”  That sounds so cool to say.  It’s easy to say.  “My wife and I are having a little girl.”  That’s even easy to say.

Then, I thought about it.

I thought about a lot of things.  Here are some things I’ve come to realize.

I have to set the example on how a Man treats a woman.  How I treat my wife, is what my daughter is going to expect on her dates, and from any male ever trying to win her over. (Seriously cannot type that without a tear in my eye. Forget “9^th inning bases loaded down by three ,full count” THIS is pressure)

My mouth isn’t the cleanest in all the land.  In about 5 months, I’m gonna have a sponge.  I don’t know how young they start listening and remembering and all that stuff babies do, but I know already when I let out the F word, Andrea looks at me and simply says, “I’m having your baby.”  Ouch.  I need to stop… or at least try.

I can’t tell my wife no.  How am I going to tell a ‘mini-her’ no?  (I’m taking suggestions)

Every action I take. Every word I say, and every breath I breathe isn’t just going to be seen or heard, It’s going to be looked up to, remembered, loved, mimicked.  It’s going to shape a little child in to a woman.  (Breathe…. Breathe….. Breathe…)

I read that dads really shape their children’s view of THE Father.  Holy-wow-dang-shoot-fire-spit.  That’s a lot of pressure.  I don’t even think I can go in to that, but Whoa.

I know this is all stuff most parents out there know.  I know I’m not saying anything new.  It’s just all starting to hit me.  And frankly it’s a lot of pressure.

Do you remember when it all sunk in for you?