I’ve spoken so much about my religion, and talked about my wife-to-be, but I have not talked about my son at all.
My son will be two on December 7th of this year. I don’t know where I would be without him today.
My son came into this world after only 6 hours of making his way here, and the first words I ever said about him were ” he’s perfect”. Now, I know that sounds cheesy, but I said this because there were problems right before he was born, and his heart rate was dropping rapidly. My fiancée was scared, so she looked at me for comfort, and found it.
He is a challenge, I will give you that, but it’s a good challenge. Not only do I teach him about manners, eating, and blowing kisses, but he teaches me patience, and unconditional love. All things considering, I think I have learned more than he has. When he was born, I still wasn’t in “Parent Mode”, it honestly took my several months for that to click in, that I wasn’t just babysitting, but that he was mine, and I needed to man up and start doing shit around the house.
My godfather told me
“Being a parent is the hardest job in the world, but it’s the most rewarding”
He couldn’t have been more right. Being a father to this package of awesomeness is very hard, but I consider myself one of the luckiest men alive to have a son as great as mine. He may not be the next Einstein, but he’s my pal, and I love him more than I can even put into words.
My son has made me a better man. I used to be completely irresponsible and staying up all night watching TV or playing video games just because I could. I used to spend money so foolishly (I bought a $200 sword once because I had the money). If it wasn’t for him, I’d be broke and probably quite lonely.
I love you little buddy, and I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you.
Blessed be,
White Tiger
White Tiger's Wiccan Way 