When a woman first discovers she is pregnant, Mommyhood begins. There are thoughts of superficial things like how you want to dress your baby and then super serious thoughts about how you want to raise your child...although you don't have to tell me that many of my "now" ideas will change when it comes down to it. Regardless, it's instantaneous for a woman.
But, in my (very) limited experience, it's not the same for a man. When he finds out he's going to be a Daddy, it means just that. He's GOING to be a Daddy, but not just yet. He has a good 8 months before he has to put that hat on. When his wife tries to talk to him about their baby, he can't focus yet. It hasn't really become a reality yet.
But slowly, as ultrasound appointments are attended, name suggestions are thrown around, and the house starts to fill with baby stuff, Daddy starts becoming a Daddy. But you'll have to catch him in the act because he'll hide it from you otherwise.
So when I brought home the stroller and diaper bag from the garage sale last weekend, I thought I could see the Daddyhood light shining a little bit brighter as he took the stroller for a spin around the downstairs. And later when I was upstairs and he was downstairs, when I heard the loud rip of the Velcro opening I knew he was checking out the diaper bag. But, I just smiled to myself and didn't say a word.
At some point this week though, it changed. No longer was he admiring the baby stuff behind my back. He was ready to show it off to the world. He WAS a Daddy whether he could hold her or feel her yet or not. When he walked outside while I was on the phone yesterday in plain view of any and all neighbors, I knew he had officially crossed over.
He's ready. Tuna, maybe not so much.