Steady There… Facing Approaching Fatherhood

I confess. For most of my life, if I ever thought about raising children (which was hardly ever), my immediate internal response was panic. It’s not that I’m afraid of children. In fact, most of the time, I think I kinda like em. I am just mortified of ruining some unsuspecting and underserving kid’s life.

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