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When you become a Dad, many changes take place.  That’s pretty obvious.  You quickly realize that you’ve moved beyond being an individual, a husband, a brother, a son, an in-law, and a friend.  You’re now, well, a Dad.  Just what does that mean, and how is it manifested?

Being a dad requires that you develop new skills.   Confirm that when washing dirty cloth diapers that the velcro hinges are properly sealed.  Ensure that the bottle nipples are of the correct flow calibration and when washed, all residual milk is properly removed from the insides.  Prevent single shoes from being dropped on the asphalt of the Day Care parking lot.  Don’t step on the hair bows in the hallway.  Refrain from putting too much water in the medicine dropper.  Administer secure transport by strapping the car seat safety belt fully between her knees, despite vehement protests and combative flailing.  Hold her knees down with your elbows when you change a dirty diaper.  Put more food in her mouth than on her shirt.

These are the basics.

When did I know  — I mean really know — that I’d become a father?  No, it didn’t have anything to do with a domestic skillset.  Didn’t have anything to do with flushing somebody else’s debris down the toilet.  Not when I started hearing midnight screaming and Erin’s selfless rush to placate the desperate cries of hunger.   This is totally unrelated to trying (unsuccessfully) to coordinate the subtle hues of brand name baby clothes, tripping over plastic blocks and talking stuffed animals, or even listening to the soft heartbeat of a curly-haired, blue-eyed, loving young lady.

I knew I was a father when I found a wet pacifier in my pocket at work.

What Grace does when Daddy takes her passifier to work with him

What Grace does when Daddy takes her pacifier to work with him

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