The Feeling of Being A Father!

I still remember the day when I was first going to become a father. When I lifted Vir, (now my elder son among the three), in my hands and the way he clutched my hands with his tiny little fingers, the feeling was something inexplicable. Both Ami and I were short of words and were amazed to see those tiny delicate eyes moving to and fro, seeing the world through them. While all the talks of pregnancy in general center around the would-be mother, a little or no light are drawn upon those excited would-be fathers who are secretly preparing themselves to welcome their little princess or champ. Those nine months filled with hundreds of trips to satisfy the food cravings, numerous visits to the doctor to check the little one’s well-being, countless trips to the market to purchase the clothing and preparing for all the basic essentials to welcome that little life amidst us, only a father can understand it all.

With sons and fathers, there’s an inexplicable connection and imprint that your father leaves on you.

The transition from being a son to a father to being a father to a son has been a sweet rollercoaster ride with almost no responsibilities to an abundance of them now. I so freshly remember troubling my father as a little kid (considering it my right on him), though I was a very sincere child during all my childhood. And the days today when my little three sons come rushing towards me to trouble me in the exact same way, the memory becomes so fresh in my heart. I saw them growing up in front of my eyes from crawling on their knees to walking and falling down to running today in their entire house, screaming, shouting and playing. Though they are very young now, I feel time passes away so quickly and I will cherish their childhood memories of growing up after a few years with somehow mixed feelings of nostalgia.

I believe when one is a father, there’s nothing better than watching at your son’s first steps, listening to his first words, playing football with him, teaching him how to shave later and vice versa, almost all of us do remember those sweet days when our fathers played with us, taught us how to do something and helped us — and what I can say here is that if you still can call, write or meet and hug your father, you are definitely very lucky. Through all these years of struggles and success, I’ve come to realize that my father did the best he could with what he had at the time as a father and cared for me silently. Following his footprints, I try my best to give my hundred percent to all my three kids, even if I show my love in different ways than he did. In fact, today I can truly say that I am one of the best friends to my kids and they call me “Superhero Dad!”

I guess that is what every father lives for. To be his kids’ Superhero.