*So my blogger decided to crash and not post anything this weekend so there will be a bit of a catchup/overload of posts*

Becoming a Dad.
It’s Fri-Dad once again, I hope all of your days going well. On the release of this post, I am probably in the middle of my graduation.
Today I wanted to talk about something so obvious, it’s pretty ridiculous that I never brought it up before. Fatherhood and what fatherhood means to me.
Growing up I idolised my father, I still do. I was super fortunate to have a dad that warranted authority, worked his rear end off to provide for us, but never loved anything more than a trip to the park with me and my brother and sister. My dad was in some ways what you’d call a typical Dad and more. Provider, in control, insightful, supportive, loving (though he’s still never directly told me he loves me…don’t worry I’m over it) and just always went the extra mile just to cheer me up. I can remember the times he’d have the perfect pick me up present when I needed it, I don’t forget it because I remember when I was younger being scared of his temper, but I realised he wasn’t aggressive to spite me. All he wanted was for me to stay on the right path.
My situation was set to be somewhat different to his. He had time to actually marry my mother, spend plenty of time getting to know her and experience life. I knew Laura for just less than a year when we found we were expecting we had part time jobs…we had what I can probably describe as the minimum requirement to be parents. With the situation as it was, the type of father I wanted to become and needed to be was to mould the father I am now. Sharing the responsibilities as fairly as possible meant that I needed to read up and learn everything, I did that. I knew that I wanted to the reliable and there when he needed me, I like to think I do that. I wanted to make sure I raise my son with all the morals I felt he needed fundamentally to help him behave, it’s a work in progress, but it’s going well.
Typical fatherhood is slowly changing; most dads these days don’t want to distant themselves too far from their children. There is almost a new age of fatherhood that recognises that the more you focus on what mattered to you can help influence and inspire the person your child wants to be. Growing up, we had aspirations to be whatever we could and we didn’t want to hear about expectations. Like the lyrics of this song I’m in love with currently: ‘It’s true that only you decide the things you do’.
To end, I just want to express this. One day, Max is going to be in control of his future. He will be able to make his own life decisions, be the man he wants to become and do everything he’s ever dreamed of. If I’ve made sure that I’ve given him some morals to hold onto, helped carve some sort of perspective that the world is his to fill and discover and fear no judgement, I like to think I’ve done him proud.
So there you have it, moulded by the morals of my dad, shaped by my perception of life and now I am handing that down. That is how I feel about becoming a parent. Hope you have a great weekend!