Left to Right: Grandma and Grandpa Hostetler, Uncle Eric, Mommy and Daddy; Grandpa Stokes; Grandma Stokes
Fatherhood
When did I become a father?
Was it when I named you after your grandfathers?
Was it when I added you to the family tree in my genealogy?
Was it the night I scrubbed up to witness your birth?
Was it when I saw my name on your birth certificate?
Was it the day I learned I could live on 3 hours sleep?
Was it when I told the pharmacist you were my son?
Was it when I stopped calling my dog a boy?
Was it when you smiled at me for the first time?
Was it when I took you to the doctor and Mom stayed home?
Was it when I first prayed for you?
Was it when I cried tears of gratitude to God for the gift of you?
Was it when I took you to church on Sunday?
Was it when I showed you off at work?
It was each moment here and then some.
For being a father is not a destination but a journey.
By Alan Stokes
June 12, 2005
Note: This poem is intended to be added to as new experiences of fatherhood develop.
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