A startling epiphany unfolds.
Though it has been a year and a half since I embraced my role as a father, each time someone calls me “dad,” it feels as if they’re playfully inserting air quotes around the term. At 50, I’m certainly not too young to be a father, but internally, it feels like my son, Leo, and I are more like buddies, while my partner, Laura, despite being younger, embodies the adult responsibilities in our home.
This feeling isn’t solely due to my playful antics with Leo, crawling around on the floor as if I were one of his much older friends or even a peculiar pet. It’s more about my inner self, which seems frozen at 13 years old. When Laura turns to Leo and says, “Should Daddy read you a bedtime story?” I can’t help but feel we’re all in on a lighthearted joke. How could I, still caught in my youthful whims, be someone’s father? Yet, we play along, and I end up reading to him in an improvised silly voice, perhaps to the detriment of my dignity — I even taught him how to drool the other day.
This sense of arrested development extends beyond fatherhood. I still glance over my shoulder when someone addresses me as “sir” in public spaces, feeling like Tom Hanks in the film Big—a joyful imposter enjoying the adult treatment while still clinging to my childhood. Despite the changes in my body, I’ve retained that boyish spirit, and yes, I still find myself crawling under the kitchen table with Leo.
Then, something significant happened. While visiting my parents, we found ourselves enjoying the shade of trees as Leo played in a small plastic tub filled with water. The slow breeze and the humidity created a moment of clarity for me. I realized that while I may not have a deep psychological need to feel like a father, Leo genuinely requires me to embrace this role.
Having just begun his journey in this vast world, Leo does not utter “dada” with irony. He needs me to be the steadfast figure my own father was for me—someone embodying kindness, patience, and constant support. Even though I might still be lost in my youthful reverie, I must remember that fatherhood is a partnership; I am not the center of attention. My own needs were fulfilled with grace by my father, and now it’s my turn to be a reliable foundation for Leo.
The values I once deemed important about my self-image—seeking the spotlight—must be set aside for something more quietly noble. Fatherhood may not always be about the grand gestures, but it offers a unique opportunity to shine by being the anchor in someone else’s life as they embark on their own adventures.
As Leo navigates his own journey in that plastic tub, I experienced an awakening: this isn’t some cosmic joke; this is my family, and I am indeed a father. In a moment of celebration, I stood up and playfully poured a bucket of water over Leo, an act of spontaneity that my own father might have refrained from, but one I felt compelled to do, rooted in instinct.
As Leo splashed joyfully, blowing bubbles and giggling at the fleeting joy of the moment, he probably assumed that the two adults watching him were perfectly qualified parents. After all, he was kind of asking for it!
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In summary, fatherhood has reshaped my self-perception in profound ways I never anticipated. It’s a journey that, while challenging, reveals the importance of being present for my child and embracing my role in a new light.