I have a very good and very funny friend who recently said something shocking to me. After talking about her favorite game to play with kids called "Who Can Keep Their Eyes Closed The Longest?" (a game at which she is an expert and my kids are still novices) she joked about how much she is in love with these kiddies of mine and how much that surprises her. Don't get me wrong, she's not a mean person and she doesn't hate kids by any means. She just isn't the type of person who typically gushes over babies. She then went on to say that she feels like she has been a part of these babies' lives for a few years. And you know what? She's right. She is one of my friends who I turned to at the start of this whole process when I was scared and overwhelmed. She helped me face my fears and continue with this journey filled with life altering decisions of surrogates, egg donors, doctors, lawyers and more. She really has had a large part in helping these kids come into my life. She half-joked that with straight couples you usually find out about their babies 5-6 months before the baby is born. My journey took over two years. She experienced a lot of the waiting, hoping, anticipation, heartbreak and more with me. It's something I hadn't thought about until now, but I think it's an important point.
It makes sense, though. I'm so in love with babies who have been born in Colorado, Wisconsin, Texas, Georgia, Washington DC, Washington state and more even though I have never met them. Following theses stories makes you emotionally involved and it's wonderful to know many people feel the same way about my children.
So to all of you who invested yourselves in my fatherhood adventure, thank you for being a part of my children's lives when they started as just a deposit to an agency, as they became more of a possibility after being matched with a surrogate and having a contract, when they were teeny, tiny 5-day old embryos, as they grew and prepared themselves to enter this world and now, as they grow up into amazing people.