As it turns out, that’s as true for a journalist as it is for a new parent.
Believe it or not, my daughter Abbileen will be seven months old by the end of the month, and as it turns out, everyone was right leading up to her birth when they said she grows up faster than you will ever possibly imagine.
It still hasn’t quite sunk it that it’s been 28 weeks since I was trying my best - but failing - to seem calm, cool and collected as I piloted our Nissan from Uxbridge to Port Perry on the last trip my wife Kate and I would ever take without some sign that the car actually belonged to a child. To prove that point, I should add that a quick scan of the Sentra’s backseat this morning revealed a box of diapers, four blocks, three picture books and two stuffed animals.
While sometimes I’m tempted to be a little sad that every single day my little girl will get just a tiny bit bigger and grow more independent, it has been the best experience of my life so far to watch her grow everyday into the little whirlwind of energy she is. Sometimes, I’ll tell people that she’s six months going on 14 years old because that’s how it feels at times.
And as I said before, there are surprises everyday. Recently, she discovered that she can make new ‘raspberry’ noises with her mouth - a discovery she made with yogurt in her mouth, much to Kate’s surprise. Just last week, she gave us another surprise when she stood up in her crib. Although, I should add that Abby has always seemed like she will be walking before she crawls.
The best part, by far, about how quickly our independent little baby has been growing is the increase in daddy-daughter time. Now that she’s not reliant on mommy for every meal, we’re free to have regular daddy-daughter outings. That’s how Saturday came to be my favourite day of the week - Kate gets some free time and I get to spend the most precious time of my week with my favourite baby girl. Sometimes, we even get to take Kate’s car - our Volvo - which is a really nice bonus.
But, the best part of daddy-daughter day is when we return home and I get to see her eyes light up when she sees Kate. People tell you a lot of things when you’re going to have a baby. But, no one told me how having a daughter would make me fall so much more in love with my wife. Having a scaled-down version of her in our lives has made me even more appreciative of all the qualities she shares with our daughter - the sparkling blue eyes, the radiant smile and the fierce independence.
I can’t tell you what my girls got me for Father’s Day, because it hasn’t happened yet. I wrote this column the week before, since for our second anniversary (it’s amazing how much that time has flown by as well, but that’s a matter for another column), my wife has arranged for us to spend a few days away at the cottage.
Whatever they got me will ultimately just be a bonus, because with those two beautiful girls in my life, I am already the most spoiled man there is.