What No One Tells You About Becoming a Dad
A few analogies to explain the first nine months of parenthood
I’m sitting in the backyard with four other people. Two of them are my friends, Chase and Michael. The other two are infants.
Don’t worry, the babies aren’t randos — we know these lil idiots. Chase has a one-year-old and I have a nine-month-old.
They are our children, and we are their dads.
Michael, a red-bearded comedian who drives a motorcycle, asks how the whole parenting thing is going. I never know how to answer that, so I repeat the facts, slowly, as if speaking another language I’ve just begun learning on Duolingo a few weeks back.
“This. is. my. child.”
“My. son.”
“I’m. a. father. and. this. is. my. son.”
We laugh at the absurdity of how true and yet obviously false these statements are.
A role I cannot play
It feels like I’m reciting dialogue for a character I could never, ever play. Dustin Hoffman and Chevy Chase and Liam Neeson and all the other actors who play dads were unavailable, so they were like “Okay shit, let’s get that dude Alex who still eats 60% of a salad with his bare hands in here and see if he can pull…
