I’ve been in Korea for less than a week. It’s a true blessing to have this opportunity to spend with my two nieces. They are two of the most precious and adorable jewels.
The first day I came, I literally spent hours on end, watching the newborn sleep. Breathe in. Breathe out. Lungs expanding. Lungs collapsing. What an inexplicable feeling of warmth, joy, love, and awe.
The second day, I was gently woken up by the whimpering cry of my first niece. That is the first true glimpse of fatherhood I have ever experienced. I was able to comfort her, hold her, and play with her. I was her rock for that morning. And it was amazing.
I have always loved kids. I want to be the most loving and caring father. I want to hear my children’s resounding laughs echo through eternity.
But it’s much harder than I ever thought. The sheer amount of patience and love that is required cannot be measured by any means.
I once remember seeing a single mother, carrying two children in her arms. Both children crying ever so loudly, flailing their arms. At the time, I couldn’t help but think that she was doing wrong. But now, I’ve discovered that my thoughts were judgmental and premature. Kids are fickle by nature because their innocence. They constantly crave an endless supply of love and attention.
It’s going to be tough. It’s going to be amazing.