As I progress through the journey of becoming a dad, I’ve been coming up with realizations of what “being a parent means (BAPM).” These BAPM moments are usually the seemingly everyday moments that on the surface may not mean much, but slowly manifest itself into something I think is worth considering.
I remember back in grade four when I was a new kid at a new school. When the bell rang, everyone seemed to know which classroom they were all heading to. I remember standing in the hallway feeling uneasy. My stomach started to knot up and I felt like I needed to go to the washroom.
To be completely honest, I was a cry baby. I hated the feeling of not knowing stuff, and especially hated the feeling of being alone in a new situation. Watery eyes and getting that stinging sensation in my nose was what I normally did when faced with a difficult situation.
Learning to become a dad kind of feels like that every time I venture into something baby related.
Just yesterday we went to CanaBee Baby to purchase a baby carrier. Let me be clear, I know how to use a back pack. Heck, I’ve worn a back pack since I can remember. The design of a baby carrier is really not much different from a back pack.
So why did it take two store representatives to help a grown ass man put on what appears to be a fancy adult back pack?
When they finally managed to get it on me, they gave me a fake baby to try it on for size. The first “successful” attempt I realized I had grabbed the fake baby by the head as if I were “the claw.” Second attempt I realized the fake baby’s leg was coming out of one side. (That’s one flexible baby!)
With this fake baby, I am grateful for the fact that the limbs bent from all angles, I’m pretty sure I won’t have this luxury once real baby arrives.
So what did I learn from this experience?
I learned that being a parent means to question and rethink how smart you really are, cause the reality of it all is, I’m pretty dumb and being a parent means you’re starting from level 1.
But you know what? I believe it is okay.
If I knew everything then I wouldn’t have the enjoyment of actually succeeding. Right?
Plus how would I learn to have humility and be humble when I am able to look back and laugh at all of this?
So I guess admitting to not know is important as a parent because parents don’t have all the answers. And if we’re not humbled by experiences we will not be able to properly teach our kids.
The funny thing about my first day of grade four was the fact that my classroom was actually in a portable class room, outside in the damp September weather. Though the other kids knew where they were going, they ended up waiting outside for the teacher to arrive.
Eventually the feeling of not knowing the intricacies of a new school wore off and I ended up making lifelong friends. So from what appeared to be a crybaby moment actually became something very rewarding and worthwhile and I hope this will translate the same when I becoming a dad.