Crying on the street? No, there is something in my eye…

I’m currently in Toronto on business and took some time last night to wander the village.

Tourist shot
Tourist shot

 

As per usual it was all a buzz with action, people and the like. I like to get away and immerse myself in the hustle and bustle of a bigger city now and then, the energy can beintoxicating, while at the same time it makes me thankful for the quiet relaxed pace at home.

I took some time to browse through the massive Indigo store in Eaton Centre. Their children’s section is incredible… HUGE. I found a number of books that I’ve written down for when our baby arrives. They were children’s books that are reflective of what our family will be like.  I think that it is important to have these as a jumping point to address questions and normalize to an extent what it means to have two Dad’s.

Stella Brings The Family - By Miriam B. Schiffer

Stella Brings The Family – By Miriam B. Schiffer

That being said, what I don’t like about these books is that each one of them has the same message.  “Some people have 1 Mom, some people have two, some have 1 Dad and others have two”. Good message, but I want books that just happen to have two Dad’s and not always trying to drive home the same message at nauseum.

This has inspired me that maybe I need to write a few children’s books, if anything just so I can have them for our child.  Hmmm.. I either have to take an art class or find myself an illustrator.

After leaving the book store, I walked further along and made my way along Church street.  The air was thick with humidity and people were making their way into the bars and patios.  I reflected back on the time in my life where that is exactly where I would have been going on a night like this. My priorities have changed and I find myself becoming consumed with the thought of becoming a Dad. My mind was drifting to thoughts of our future baby and our life together, I was making mental lists of things we can do, trips to take as a family… really I was all over the map.  Just ahead of me I saw a stroller coming off a side street.  I’m more aware of these now a days.  I see a stroller and I note the model, type and functionality. Then I noticed the couple pushing the stroller were two Dad’s.

I’m not sure whether to blame it on my being tired, the heat or where my mind set was, but I felt a wave of emotion creeping up on me.  I could feel the tightening of my chest, the flush in my cheeks and then the tears.  Why was I crying?  I’ve seen couples out with their babies a million times, and it has never reduced me to tears.  Was it that I was better able to visualize my future?  I’m not sure what it was, but thank goodness for large dark sunglasses or people would have noticed.  I decided to sit under a nearby tree and regroup.  I’ll blame my lapse in emotional control on the heat, or maybe… something was just in my eye.  I saw my future, and it was beautiful.

About Michael

What started off as a blog about our journey to become parents, now is morphing into a parenting blog as I chronicle our lives as new parents to an incredible baby boy. I cook, craft, sew and now blog. I am the past recipient of the Future Leader of Manitoba Award, Champion For Diversity Award and #9 on the 2014 list of the 100 Most Fascinating Manitobans.
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One Response to Crying on the street? No, there is something in my eye…

  1. myambivalentexistence says:

    I think you should write the books , even if you must find an illustrator 🙂 It is important for children to know that they are normal 🙂

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