“A boy needs a father to show him how to be in the world. He needs to be given swagger, taught how to read a map so that he can recognize the roads that lead to life and the paths that lead to death, how to know what love requires, and where to find steel in the heart when life makes demands on us that are greater than we think we can endure.”
― Ian Morgan Cron
Introducing Seth Parker Seigmund, my son. He was born this past Tuesday, very early in the morning. In the moment I saw him and heard his voice for the first time, he has forever changed my life.
I am a father.
So, I've decided that every Friday, this space will be held for what I am calling Fatherhood Fridays. I'll be sharing with you my growth, along with his. This is a big deal to me, because suddenly, I am truly completely responsible for someone other than myself.
Allow me to explain what I mean. When I met my wife, and we became hitched, I knew I was responsible for many things with her. But, she was already completely capable of living a life without me. With Seth, I get to care for him, feed him, hold him, clean him up. But it means so much more.I am new to this whole fatherhood thing, and I myself have much to learn.
I get to take care of him and teach him, but only for a small amount of time. My real job is to be not only his father, but a steward. You see, even though I am his father, I realize that he isn't really mine. He is my gift from God, and he will someday be a man of his own. He has to be able to make decisions, choose his actions, and become a man.
My responsibility is to give him the best of me, and hope that the worst does't transfer to him. I get to teach him about life and the world. I get to teach him who God is, and to love Him.
I get to teach him right from wrong.
I get to teach him how to tie his shoes and ride a bike.
I get to teach him how to do good work, and to keep his word.
I get to teach him to love and respect his mother, along with all other women.
I get to teach him that actions have consequences, and that we must stand by our choices and take responsibility.
I get to teach him how to be strong and tough in a world that wants to beat him down.
I get to teach him how to be a warrior, and stand up for those who can't.
I get to teach him about driving, sailing, motorcycles, and all things barbecue.
I get to teach him about women, both the good, and the bad. Not all pretty things are...
I get to teach him to respect someone, even though he doesn't have to agree with them.
I get to teach him about camp fires, rock climbing, and about the whistle of a ducks wings when it is about to land on water.
I get to teach him to be a good steward with what he is given, money and otherwise.
Because I pray that someday, he will be teaching a son of his own the same things.