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I'm seriously gonna do it...


I wasn’t supposed to be a father.

No, really, I’m being serious. Being a dad was not supposed to happen to me. Said the guy with four kids.

Don’t get me wrong, I did want children. I actually wanted kids pretty darn badly. To be honest, I wanted to be a father more than I wanted to get married. Obviously, that presented a wee bit of a problem. Go ahead, call me conservative.

Quite an awkward position in which to find yourself, if I do say so myself. How many bachelors in their mid-20’s do you know that daydream about diaper changes, late night feedings, and colic? Not many, I tell you, particularly when said bachelor is not a real magician on the singles scene.

OK, so maybe that is not exactly how my dreams of fatherhood presented themselves, but you get the point. I knew without a doubt that I would be a good dad. I could see it so clearly. I had spent two and a half decades in preparation. The breadth and depth of paternal wisdom that I was so ready to impart w…

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