Theodor

It’s January 10th 2012, 5 o’clock in the afternoon. I have hardly slept in the last 60 hours. I’m exhausted, but how can I possibly sleep? My son has just been born minutes ago… I feel the adrenaline rushing through my body, I can hardly contain my emotions. It’s the most mysterious thing, as I’m only a spectator at this show. 

As I look at this tiny little creature, I realise that maybe this is the most beautiful thing that has happened to me. He’s actually a real person, with brand new feet and arms and everything else. He looks small and vulnerable and yet, quite stubborn and demanding. He’s here and he wants everybody to know it.

I wonder what is he going to do with his life and if I’m going to be a good father. And will he love the things I do? And if I want him to take just one thing from me, what would that be? Questions… questions… Fortunately, with a newborn there’s not much time for existential and philosophical debates, as you’re hit full on with a lot of practical subjects of concern. Is he eating enough, growing enough, sleeping enough? Is he too hot, or too cold, is he still breathing? What does he want!? And this is when you realise another thing. That the woman you love most, the mother of your child is so much better at this than you will ever be. Maybe it’s because millions of years of evolution prepared her for this exact moment… the motherhood moment. Maybe…

Welcome to this World my dear Theodor! Life is quite amazing, as you’ll undoubtedly find out.

Your Father.