My Shirt’s a Belly

The Musings of a Jewish Stay-At-Home Father

It happened! It finally happened!

One day this summer, the most amazing thing happened. It’s the day that, almost as soon as a man finds out he’s going to be a father, he looks forward to the most. It’s not the birth of his beautiful child, or coming up with a fitting name. It’s not the first time that your darling son tries steak, or the first poop on the potty. It’s not the first day of school, the first haircut, or even the first time he looks up at you and calls you “Tatte”, “Daddy”, “Pop”, or whatever word you use in your family. No, this day is much more monumental than all of those combined. It’s a day that truly makes you realize that your son is growing up.

Like any father, I’d had enormous expectations for this event, but it turned out to be so much better…

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