Child “Milestones” I Can’t Wait For

Five “Milestones” I Can’t Wait for My Son to Reach

Before you read any further, I just want you to know what type of post this will be. I’m sure you noticed that I have the word milestones in quotations, so this will not be an ordinary dad blog factoid milestone post. My child “milestones” will be much less developmental and will mainly just be things I want to see my son do. I’m obviously still excited for his first words and all of that other stuff, but these upcoming items are things that I rank much, much higher in the grand scheme of things.

1 – The First Time He Swings a Golf Club

It’s an understatement to say that I love golf. My friends and I have been playing together since freshman year of college and I have been playing since I was in elementary school. My grandfather got me into golf when I was about eight years old so it will always hold a special place in my heart. I played up until my sophomore year of high school, which was when baseball began taking up every waking second of each and every day. Looking back, I wish I would have stuck with golf rather than baseball, but you live and you learn.

I’ve always known that I wanted kids, and on top of that, I’ve always known that I wanted to be able to share the game of golf with them at a young age. So, when my son Jack was born, I started planning it all out in my head. The second he could stand and start to put steps together, he was getting clubs. When we’re bored with whatever is on TV, the swing tip and trick shot videos are getting busted out. I would build a putting green in my backyard so the two of us could challenge each other to putt and chip-offs whenever we want. All of this will be followed by a full ride to Stanford too if you were wondering (LOL). And the funny thing, my friends have the same mindset. My best friend’s fiancĂ© told me that she had to remove a set of toddler clubs from their Amazon cart before they came to visit us in the hospital!

Golf clearly runs deep in our veins, and the mere thought of my little boy wrapping his hands around those cute little baby clubs and taking his first hack gives me butterflies. I know it may sound like I am doing this to make my son become the greatest golfer to ever play the game (which isn’t an awful idea), but it’s truly not my goal. Golfing with my buddies is one of my favorite hobbies and the joy, memories, and endless loops of laughs will always be remembered. But I imagine having all of those same memories with my son and I can think of nothing better. It’s something we will always have too. I will play until my back breaks, my legs give out, or a doctor tells me my body can no longer take the strain of the greatest game ever played. I know that first swing is going to melt my heart like an ice cream cone taken outside on a warm Florida afternoon, and I can wholeheartedly say that I can’t wait for that day to arrive.

2 – His First Bite of Ice Cream

This is a weird one, but if my son is anything like me, I think this will be quite the sight to see. If I had to pick one food item that I would eat no matter what time of the day, how full I was, or where I happened to be… I would choose ice cream. More specifically, Publix’s very own Moose Tracks ice cream. I’m not sure why, but eating it makes me so happy. It’s probably because it’s one of those things my dad would always have for me when I went to visit him growing up, or it could be because I’m just a tub of lard (LOL), but either way it always puts a smile on my face. So, now I just sit here imagining that same ridiculous smile spreading across my son’s face when that delicious vanilla ice cream filled with peanut butter cups, chocolate chunks, and fudge swirl graces his taste buds for the first time. It will be pure bliss for both of us, and I can guarantee you that I’ll capture it on video.

3 – When He Finishes His First Harry Potter

If you’re familiar with any of my content, you know that Harry Potter was a cornerstone of my childhood. I’ve read each book many, many times, I’ve seen all the movies and played all the games, I own an array of HP blankets, and have even dedicated an entire shelf to the Harry Potter aesthetic on the book case in my home. Granted, the latter part is mostly because my son’s mother is an even bigger Harry Potter fan than I am, but you get the point. We’re both super nerds when it comes to Harry Potter (which makes sense as we’re both Ravenclaws) and we’re itching to see our boy dive into one of the greatest novel series of all time.

Along with answering all the questions he will have as he speed reads through each book, I will have a permeant excuse to binge all the movies whenever “he” wants to watch them, tell the story of how I once corrected a few mistakes on a librarian’s Prisoner of Azkaban test after she told me I didn’t get a 100%, and seeing the joy on his face when he also finds out that he’s a Ravenclaw (otherwise we’re disowning him LOL). Sounds like a win-win-win in my book.

4 – His First Steps

I know I said I wasn’t talking anything “developmental”, but I lied. This is probably the thing I am most excited for over the next year of my son’s life. The first steps mark an incredible monument for any child, but it also means he can stand… which means steps to begin developing numero uno can finally be put into action. I’m pretty sure my boy will be walking very early since he has the strongest neck and legs of any two month old I have EVER seen, but even if it happens around the usual mark, I know that means the other milestones I’m itching to see are around the corner.

5 – That First T-Ball Game

You may be wondering why this isn’t “his first swing of a baseball bat”, but I can explain. As excited as I am for my son to follow in my footsteps and play baseball, I am probably more excited to watch his mother’s face when he begins to play baseball. Earlier I mentioned that golf was the greatest game ever played. However, if you asked my son’s mother what the greatest game ever played was, she would simply respond by claiming that it was on a Wednesday in Cleveland. She is a die-hard Cubs fan and has already assured me that our son will be too. She’s one of those people who will watch every single game that’s televised, and if she can’t watch, you damn well know she is checking the box-score on her phone. When we first met, she actually paid more attention to the Cubs game that was on the TV at the bar than she did to me! Her love for baseball makes me so happy, so you have to imagine how important his first game will be for me. I’ll get to stand by her side as she coaches our son, and the second he does anything, whether good or bad, I will get to watch her fill with joy knowing that our son is finally a baseball player.


After all is said and done, if my boy ends up hating golf, if he tells me that Moose Tracks is the worst flavor of ice cream he has ever tasted, or even if he ends up being a Slytherin, I will always be proud of him. I know he will grow up to be an incredible man who will accomplish whatever he sets his mind to. I can’t believe how quickly time is flying by with him, and before I know it, all of these “milestones” will have come and gone. So as much as I can’t wait for everything mentioned above, I’m also completely content with waiting for them. I’m going to enjoy every single waking second with this handsome young man, and I can’t wait to see what unfolds in our next chapter together.

A Letter to My Child

A Letter to My Child

I will never forget the day I found out I was becoming a father. Your mom and I sat on our bed waiting for the test to finish, and I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Those two minutes dragged on for what felt like ten, and as I walked back in to grab the test, my heart began to race. I brought it back over to to look at with your mother, and after a few more seconds I finally flipped the test over to reveal the plus sign that meant you were on your way.

I immediately began crying, but not because I was upset. It was a mixture of relief in knowing why your mom had been getting sick so much and pure joy. In fact, I don’t think there had been a single moment in my life where I had ever felt that much happiness. I was going to be dad! Nothing else seemed to matter anymore, and I knew that I would be blessed with one of the greatest things any man could ever hope to be blessed with.

Fast forward another eight weeks, and guess what? I could not have been more wrong. As each day passes and I await your birth, my love for you grows exponentially. Every time your mom tells me how big you are I tear up a little. You’re currently the size of a credit card, which blows my mind since you were just a little Reese’s cup not too long ago. It’s astonishing to think that you are only 14 weeks old right now, probably in your mother’s belly sucking on your thumb with your legs crossed (just how you had them the first time we ever saw you). I can already picture how in just a few years you will be out in this world, walking around making your mother and I laugh with all of the corny dad jokes I’ve told you.

In just six short months you will be here with us, in our arms, and I cannot wait to meet you. Your dog-sister is excited too, and she will give you all the loves once you’ve arrived. You will have the best family in the entire world, in each of the realms, and all of the galaxies surrounding you. You will be loved so much baby P. I’m already beyond ecstatic to call myself your Father, and I know you will be the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Love you.