Learning to be Brave
We're about 2 weeks away from the biggest change in our lives and parenthood is already starting to creep in. It's funny how your mind and (for women) your body adapts to having a baby in your future.
Tali and I sat down this weekend to watch a film called Brave, a Disney-Pixar film about a Scottish princess who goes on adventure of self-discovery after "cursing" her mother unintentionally (watch it).
Without spoiling too much, the final twenty minutes of the film was a rush to save the day so that the girl could be reunited with her mother and I completely sapped out. I sat there trying to reassure myself that this is a Disney movie so there will be a happy ending but just the thought of a parent being separated from their child has become too much for me.
Last night, again, I was watching American Horror Story (highly recommended) and a baby was involved and there I am getting sappy. What's going on with me?!
I am a pretty rational, logical guy and I can understand why the changes are occurring but that doesn't make me any more comfortable with them. One of the questions that friends ask me is if I am ready for this new challenge. My answer is always "I will be". Nothing can actually prepare you for this, it just happens and the truth is, I am not even halfway there yet.
I can't imagine what it's going to feel like on the big day but I have always said life is broken down into different stages of fear which intensify as you get older. We are clear passed the "what if I am impotent" stage and we're moving on to the "OMG how am I going to look after a baby" stage.
I am assuming that the next post I write will be the announcement. Will it be a boy? Will it be a girl? Does Josh know that Tina is carrying his baby? Will we ever find out what happened to Marlow?