Let me start off by saying that I will not be sugarcoating anything I write in this blog. I will curse. I will be sarcastic. I will probably even offend some people (it’s not my intention to offend anyone, but at the same time I don’t really care). Read at your own risk.
The purpose of this blog is to give helpful tips to young fathers, document all the times I mess up so that you can avoid the same mistakes, and show that it is 100% possible to have a kid at a young age. In other words, I’m trying to help you! Chances are if you found this blog and are reading my posts, you are probably a guy who is young as fuck, having a child, and most likely freaking the fuck out.
Here are some facts:
- I am 22.
- I just graduated college.
- I am having a kid.
- And if there was a word or phrase a little bit less intense than “freaking the fuck out” then that is what I would use to describe my state of mind right now. Because you know what? I’m really not freaking out. I’m actually ecstatic to be having a child.
“But, dude, you can’t like, party anymore bro!”
“What? You’re married already? Your life is over!”
There is this notion in society today that people my age should be partying and living life and traveling and “finding themselves” – which we all know means doing drugs and hooking up with strangers – and this is why when millennial women find out they are pregnant, the parties involved feel this horrible sense of dread.
Well, I guess I’m a “loser” millennial. I don’t like that shit. I like staying at home with my beautiful wife, watching anime, nerding out over video games, reading books on entrepreneurship, and eating great food.
This is why I’m not dreading having a child. A child can easily be inserted into my lifestyle. But do you want to know the biggest reason why I’m not freaking out?
Because I was raised with values. I was taught to work hard. I was taught to take responsibility for my actions. Although it was a surprise, when I heard my wife was pregnant, I wasn’t a little bitch about it. I didn’t turn tail and run (statistically speaking a lot of men do). I mentally steeled myself and looked into my wife’s eyes and told her I wasn’t going anywhere.
I love my wife, I love my kid, and most importantly, I love God. And that’s all I need to know that I’ll be alright.
Just remember guys, your life is not over. Just the opposite – the best part of your life is about to start!
If you made it to the end of this blog, you’re a trooper.
In all seriousness, thank you for reading!
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