To become a father Bashny.Net

Adults and mature men at some point at once rejuvenated. The thing is that my friends started a new stage in life, they become fathers.

For several years, I have other eyes look at my husband and our friends. All of them from thirty to forty-something, and I understand the mind that they - adult, mature men. But at some point they are at once rejuvenated, and their early gray hair is not gray hair and wrinkles around the eye wrinkles. The thing is that my friends started a new stage in life, they become fathers.

As it happens, that yesterday was a carefree young man, disco lights, sleepless nights and tired, and today he is a husband and father - a specialist in the diaper, bathe, motion sickness, feeding porridge, the game into a fortress. And his hands are able to properly hug and reassure voice.

Parenthood grows into a man is not in one day. And knowing her husband, I realize that it has happened to him is not even in the happiest hour of April, when the midwife handed the newly born son in his arms. It was a gradual degeneration, and I well remember the moment when I looked at him and thought: he becomes pope.







When every day he came to our hospital and getting used to a newborn boy sleeping in a transparent incubator. I remember one day from out of town to visit relatives stopped, and I decided that he could not see us. But at eight o'clock the door creaked, and her husband in a white robe slipped into the chamber, rustling package of mineral water and sugar.

When our son, who was not a month, namuchavshis colic, fell asleep on his chest, fit tiny head under his chin male. And after a twenty minute shower, while the best of all possible spa-procedures, I find both sleeping peacefully on the bed.

When the fall is not yet included heating, we went to the house of cabbage and Kuta obkladyvali baby bed with plastic bottles filled with hot water and hot-water bottle, and before going to bed until I fed the boy, he turned children's blanket to warm and cover your baby warm.

When some of the Friday I pack off his on nature and his colleagues, and he doubted and complained that we have and so there is almost no joint output because of his work. In the morning we looked out the window, and he said: "It goes without doubt! I will finish at four, pick you up and we'll go for a walk - the weather is excellent. " I did not say anything she could only smile from ear to ear. He zipped up the portfolio, we kissed in the top of the head and disappeared up to four. And the evening together was one of the happiest in our history.

When we first in a long time, spent the evening together, and kept looking at his watch. Driving up to the house, I asked my husband, "You have often thought about his son in those three hours?" "Always," - he admitted, and I gasped, thank God, I'm not the only one abnormal.

When a one-day trip, he had a couple of hours to spare before the plane, and he went to a children's store. At two o'clock in the morning taxi domchalis his home, and he whispered loudly, getting into bed: "I bought a great body! Size after 68? Toys! "Son of the day celebrated five months, the 68th became small, but next morning we dressed in new clothes. And no matter how many days they have sufficed.



When we arrived on a visit to his parents, and they made for me with the son of a sofa and a bed to her husband in the former nursery. But he refused to separate rooms. Wrapped in a sleeping bag, a caterpillar stretched along our couch, and meow to each child was selected from the cocoon - help? I particularly remember the full moon, a pale light on the wall, white wallpapers in sequins and he a boy swinging in the moonlight. This picture, his crooning a long time if not forever, become a way him as a father.

When the three year old, vzrevnovav, knocked our son's ball, and rage and resentment for her cub boiled in it, like coffee in Turku, pouring over the edge. Of course, he restrained himself, but the lion's eyes and hugs him, in which he hid crying son, I will never forget.

When I cradled the boy, saving it from aching teeth and insomnia, as he sat next, although the TV was on the pitch, he has been waiting for. He knew that my nights are divided into parts, such as an apple into slices. And if the child woke up this eight times, then I saw eight dreams. And if three times, then had three dreams. He could not save all my dreams, but I felt how important it is to just sit next to.

When, having arrived from a trip, he told me that the plane was flying with his parents-year-old child who whined the entire flight, not finding a place for himself. The passengers looked at each other, frowning, as if from a toothache, but he caught himself thinking that crying does not prevent him or dinner, no nap or read a newspaper. Whether it before when we simultaneously turned around to naughty children in public places. Things change, and we change with everything.

When deploying a chessboard, he showed in roles as a child playing in the figures of soldiers. He promised that the smoke will stand yoke, when they are grown up son will play soldiers. Men's part of the family, in general, with the birth of a child suggests to me that a little bit more, and the boy will be taken in at a man's world: bloodworms stick on the hook, cut in table hockey, go camping with a tent. And now they are happy in their men's games. And I'm waiting for them out of the campaign - with mammoths and without.



When all our dreams and plans for the three of us began to appear. Three and a house, and the sea three, three and a quiet evening in the country. Three and Four. Last September, the first time my husband was carrying his son on his shoulders in kindergarten. I walked around, looked at them, chatting gaily about nothing, and thought: take a picture of the two of them right now, and the picture you will see two absolute lucky - the little man and the big man.

Father can be quite easy, but it is very hard to be one. Will not need to have a break, do not indulge in fishing, hunting, sports bar and mythical overtime. To be able to earn. Take responsibility. Do not complain. Fully shared parenting. Just so covered with difficulties and joys gets really expensive.