Daddy Diaries

Today is one of the last times in the next 20 some odd years that I will get to sleep in on Christmas… No anxious arousal from slumber for myself or my wife over what lay under the Christmas tree this year. Christmas has ceased to hold the self centered excitement and mystery it once had as a child. The next two years our boy will still be too young to know what’s going on, but babies have the tendency to cry at weird times through the night, so sleeping (to say nothing of sleeping in) for the next few years is not going to be happening any how. But once regular sleep is reestablished, every Christmas thereafter will be filled with early wakeup calls by little Nate eager to open what ever boxes Santa Claus left for him the night before…

Kelly and I were looking through Toy R Us for the registry and I wanted to go the ‘fun’ toys and began to dream of what I will get for young Nathan… Choo-choo trains and legos… remote control cars and erector sets…I was just standing there in the middle of the isle while tears are welling up in my eyes thinking about all the Christmases to come, and how wonderful it will be to watch as my little boy gets to open this or that; seeing the look on his little face as he is overjoyed… It makes me wonder if that’s how Dad and Mom felt in years past. Though, I think that I will probably be the one who is waking up early in the morning eagerly awaiting the arousal from slumber of Nathan to watch as he unwraps what boxes lay under the tree… That brings my heart hope.