So you know that I became a father to the cutest thing in the world:
At this point in writing, she's about 1 years and 4 months old, and she's growing so so fast! In just a blink of an eye, countless sleepless/restless nights - she's already running and bubbly and so full of energy.
And all my irrational fears starts acting ups, and they all revolve around physical injuries - I would worry that someone will step on her hand or leg and break them, or that she would fall and break something, or that her hands and legs will get caught someone and she'd dislocate/break them or worse - ah, the perils of being an orthopedic hand therapist.
Irrational, but fears nonetheless.
I find that as I embrace fatherhood, I really need to embrace faith and hope, that my little girl will grow up healthy, safe and to be a fine, fine woman that shines for Jesus. And it's truly mainly about faith, and of course, lots of nurturing and guidance as we go along. But fatherhood is so...rewarding, though the amount of efforts in terms of physical, emotional, mental and spiritual efforts are very taxing.
But oh so rewarding.