Of course, I could give a crap about the house, right? If home is where the heart is, then my beautiful daughter is my home. And she’s at daycare. It’s a great daycare – I feel completely safe leaving her in their care (and I ought to, given how big a check we wrote them last week). And my day-to-day activity hasn’t changed much, except that I’ll have to make a trip by the daycare on the way home to pick her up. But knowing that she isn’t at home with her family is kind of pulling me apart.
I can only imagine what my wife is feeling. She’s had nine weeks of intense bonding. It’s kind of a biological reality that mothers bond with their babies more intensely than fathers do anyway, so given that factor and the time factor, I can only imagine how she feels. As I did on the day our girl was born, I admire my wife's courage and strength in a new way than I ever did before. Being a parent is about learning to let go of something you love more dearly than anything else in the world – and who wants to learn something like that? Not me. Not right now, anyway.