Life has never been so strange and hectic. I keep meaning to write something about becoming a father, but two things keep stopping me. The first of which is time; when I do get a few moments to myself, I tend to use them for sleep. The second thing that is stopping me from writing about becoming a father is that I don't really feel like one yet. Sure, I have a beautiful baby girl, but I just don't feel like a parent. I barely even feel like an adult.

It's not that I don't feel different; I most certainly do. There's a very subtle shift in the way I perceive the world now. Children that I see playing outside are no longer just “other people's kids”. The cycle of being born and then growing to the point where you too can have children is now something I have experienced first hand. I don't think I can think about the world in the same way as I did before.

I keep waiting for the moment where I will feel adult and responsible, but deep down I know it will never happen. Parents aren't suddenly given special powers or abilities to deal with their new role as caretakers. Parents are just normal people who don't get as much sleep as everyone else.