I head off to Atlanta in a few hours… My Baby’s Momma has a conference to go to, so she’s bringing Maggie and I’m meeting them there. So while Mommy has to work, Mags and Daddy are going to spend sometime at Grammy and Gandpa’s house.
Seems like a pretty straight-forward plan, but god is there some emotional baggage. This is the first time I will truly be a single parent. I’ve never spent this amount of time alone with my daughter. That’s both really, really sad and a little bit scary. I worry if I can be as good of a parent alone for a week as her mom has been every day for the last 4 and a half years.
Add on top that we are staying with my parents, and it’s just a whole new level of scary stressful. I love my mom, but she is, well… “high-maintenance”.
I should be excited, but I’m a little afraid of what the juxtaposition of my own parents (who like everyone else, I judge too harshly) and Maggie’s mom (who if you can’t tell, I have enormous respect for) will reveal about me as a father. But I’ve realized recently that even if it means giving up the first job I ever saw as a real “career”, I need to move closer to Maggie. So the chance to be a full-time Dad, even if for only a week, can only be a good thing.
You know, I ddn’t really like this photo when I took it. But with everything going on in my life right now, it seems very fitting:
