So, my son was born in November of 2015. His due date was supposed to be in December, but he decided to show up a little over two weeks early. I bring this up because, being a December baby myself, there was this idea that it might have been special to have my child share my month of birth. Or, even the same birthday. You know, to have had an additional way to develop a deeper connection within our bond.

When the tiny bundle decided to use expedited shipping for an earlier delivery, I forgot all about having that deeper connection. All I wished for were those extra weeks to help my wife and I better ready ourselves for what had already arrived. But who the hell was I kidding? Those additional days wouldn’t have made a difference. Becoming a parent is a strange thing to practice for, because you s...

Please subscribe to keep reading.