Friday, 2 July 2010. We swarmed around her cot bed like flies buzzing around a picnic basket, hovering over this tiny new life, catering to each and every demand, and oftentimes anticipating the need before it was voiced. I made the switch from gazing at my own navel to gazing into her eyes, plumbing the depths of her soul, searching for the answers.

I am not drawing any sweeping generalizations. I am sure there are perfectly simple father son relationships out there. On the contrary, there could be just as many complex father daughter relationships as well. I know for a fact that mother daughter relationships can be just as confusing. I confess that I speak for a portion, not the whole. But the one general conclusion I will not hesitate to draw is this- Can we, going forward make better choices if we become fathers ourselves? .

I have always loved to journal and write, and I did not want to leave the blogging world all together. I feel that this will be more fulfilling for me personally, and something that I can just keep up with easier.

I was surprised to receive it so quickly. I opened it with trepidation and I admit there was a small part of me that hoped for good news but the bigger part of me knew it would be a standard thanks but no thanks type of response. Just like a million others. But oh God rejection is going to hurt.