My Child Comma

My Child,

I feel like I should apologize. You see, in this - the only reality I have ever known - I have never been a father. I'm still struggling to figure out what the term "Father" means. So, you, my child, are the first child in my reality. That means I am certain to fail, I'm certain to dissapoint. I haven't had any practice. Hopefully, you will find enough grace to allow me to be this first time Father, this bumbling, baffled dad.

You have no idea how intimidating you are. Sometimes I fear that I am yet too adolescent and childish to do you any good. In this, the only reality I've ever known, I've always had a dad of my own. Now, the tables have turned. The questions plague - Am I ready? Can I do this?

But, I'll try... I'll try to make this (the only reality you will ever know) a wonderful, playful, loving joy - an existence bright and beautiful. You deserve it. God help me to give it to you. God help this bumbling, baffled dad to become a Father - capable and caring.