In my life I have been called many things other than “Ryan.” For my family they have referred to me as:
- Boo Boo
- Ry Boo
- Rye Bread
- Uncle Boo Boo
My friends know me (depending on what school or state you knew me in) as:
I’m used to being called by a nickname. I’m comfortable hearing something other than “Ryan” and responding to it. However, the word “Dad” has changed everything for me. They say you become a dad the day your child is born (while women become a mom the day they become pregnant). A friend reminded me of this on Facebook today. Its something I have heard and read a million times. I disagree. I’m sure it rings true for many of us dads-to-be out there but not all of us.
I started this blog to be a place to tell stories and document everything going on in my life with work, moving, family, etc. Becoming a dad is certainly going to be the biggest topic as it is the biggest thing in my life. I wanted a place to write genuine letters to my child to express how I am feeling. That is why I started the “Dear Zig” posts, letters addressed to my child by its current nickname (Ziggy the Zygote). When I signed the first letter as “Dad,” something certainly popped in my head. I was a dad. My fatherhood and responsibilities don’t start in January – they just become more hands on then. I’m a father now. It felt strange to sign my name as “Dad.” That’s my dad’s signature. I’m “Boo.” However, it felt extremely right. The next time I signed as “Dad” it felt even more right. This was no longer just my dad’s signature…it was mine too, and I suddenly had clarity on my father’s relationship with me. I’ve always known that I was an extremely loved child and adult but the scope of it is hard to imagine. Since changing my signature…I am consumed with a need to wrap my mom and dad up in a huge hug and tell them how much I love them and how much I appreciate them and everything they have done for me. The relationship between parent and child truly is amazing and I cannot wait to get to know the other side better.