The moment you arrived, I was in disbelieve. As much as I tell myself that I want to be a father, there was a part of me that was telling myself I shouldn’t. That I can’t be a father. That I am not ready. That I am only lying to myself that I would be able to cope with fatherhood.
“I haven’t figured out my purpose. Now I am supposed to pave yours?” I thought to myself.
But in the past one year of your existence, you became my purpose. The paving of your road ahead became my purpose. And I don’t hold back anything in my effort to create that.
It is true that fatherhood is hard. Especially when you are also a stay-home-husband. Also, you came to earth at a time when the whole world is experiencing a lot of uncertainty about the future.
You have no idea how scary it was for me. But that’s okay. I know that your world will be different from mine. So your challenges will be different from mine.
I hope I raise you well enough to gain the mental, emotional, psychological and spiritual fortitude to face those challenges head on.
Happy 1st Birthday, my son. Don’t forget that you are and always will be part of my heart.
