The New Yu
Apr 7th, 2010 by vince
I got two blue lines for my birthday a few months ago:

Suddenly, we had our little miracle that we deliberately kept to ourselves for a long while. It was something we longed to share with our family and friends but took the “safe” route and waited the 2 or so months before telling everyone.
I seem to feel this growing pressure to become this perfect father-figure role-model in the next 6 months. To be someone like my Dad who was always so fun and adventurous when we were kids. Or someone with my Mum’s intelligence, industry, patience, discipline, forbearance, wit, kindness, … I could go on.
There are quite a number of things that bug me too. It bugs me when people say we’ve got nothing to worry about as our parents would be willing to care for our child. I don’t think so: if I can help it our child will be raised by us, with our values, our morals, and our rules. Not anyone else’s; even grandparents’.
It bugs me that I may be too harsh on my kids given my low tolerance for insubordination and mediocrity. It bugs me that my kids may never be fluent in spoken and written Chinese. It bugs me that s/he may eventually kick my ass in tai-chi.
It bugs me that I don’t know if I should stop working and become a full-time Dad. I love the idea of being at home, raising our family, and possibly working from home; I just don’t have boobs.
At the end of the pregnancy a baby pops out, but that’s just the start of what I suspect is going to be one massively awesome carnival ride.
Still, I can’t wait to meet my little Paris(ite) [sic].
(I’ll keep this short: there’s a very small number who thought they should’ve found out earlier, or felt they shouldn’t have found out on Facebook, I have this to say: get over it; if you can’t be happy for us that’s precisely why we didn’t tell you in person. Now let’s move on.)






