Welcome to Raising Sophia.
If you were looking for a casual read you will be disappointed. If you were looking for disjointed posts about what the author had for lunch you should stop reading now and find another blog to occupy your time.
This blog is a serious blog. This blog is one of the most important blogs in existence. I am not an egotistical, delusional blogger. I don’t mean that this blog is important, (to anyone other than myself of course). I mean to say that the subject matter is among the most important.
What is Raising Sophia about anyway?
This is a blog about a father’s journey to raise a well balanced daughter. A daughter that is strong, confident, smart, compassionate, loving. A daughter that knows she is the most important person in the world to someone, and yet humble enough to know that the universe doesn’t revolve around her.
Do you think you are super-dad or something?
I can’t do this on my own. The whole trope about it taking a village and all; and what village is there larger than the internet? I will rely on the collective experiences of an entire planet. I will take any advice under consideration and make my decisions based on careful analysis from mountains of data I receive from you the reader.
How long has Raising Sophia been around?
You are fortunate to have discovered this blog near the beginning of this journey so you will have the most opportunities to assist. My daughter, Sophia Emiko, is 10 months old as I write this. She is an amazing child. I know that all parents think this, and that their own child is special, but these are not my sentiments. To me, she is my daughter. She is cute, she has my heart, and I would do anything for her. However, it is feedback from other people in her life that helped me draw this conclusion.
So how does the story begin?
It all started the day she was born. She almost didn’t make it. Once her heart rate decelerated to the point where 6-8 nurses rushed into the room and began barking orders at my wife and pulling medical supplies from cabinets and drawers. Scary to say the least, but very efficient and thoroughly effective. Then just as she was on the cusp of taking her first breath, another deceleration, and a nurses terse admonition to, “get the baby out now”.
Sorry for building suspense, it is a writers trick to keep the reader engaged, (I promise there will be more tricks).
She was born perfectly healthy, a little on the small side, but then again, my wife is no giant. Literally her first day out of the womb is when stuff began to get weird. It started with a smile. On day two, the photographer arrived in our room to take pictures. She set up the backdrop and got her camera ready.
I placed Sophia on the table, and…she smiled. Not a half-ass smile but a full on, ear-to-ear grin. I, being as ignorant then as I am today, was shocked at the dismay on the face of the photographer. She said that never in 14 years of taking pictures at that hospital had she seen a child smile. It wasn’t a split-second flash of a smile that she just so happened to capture through timing, dumb luck or maybe gas. I believe we got 5 or 6 separate pictures of her smiling.
So everything turned out ok?
Sure did. She was on the small side as I had mentioned before. She was 5lb 4oz when we left the hospital. Then 5lb 1oz three days later. She was not gaining any
weight and for the first two months or so we were at the clinic every week to get a weight on her. One photo that really struck me was the first time I laid her in her crib. She seemed even smaller than normal in there. After about 2 months our doctor could examine her without a worried look on her face. She will probably always be on the small side of the “normal” spectrum but she is healthy and happy and that is all I care about.
Are you going to just post every time your daughter passes gas?
This baby is the most amazing baby. However, rest assured that this is not going to be a blog about a father gushing about all the cool stuff his daughter does. I need to set the stage for the tone of the blog. There will be laughs, there will be tears, there will be a purpose. I want this to be an open forum. The way I have pictured it is that I will post my thoughts about a typical child-rearing conundrum and then there will be a discussion. It can get heated, you can get angry, frustrated, ready to lose your s*@t. But everyone will respect each other, and even if you don’t always agree, hopefully you will learn something. I didn’t agree with most of my college professors but I still learned.
What can we expect from you?
I am humble. Just saying that I am humble proves how humble I am. 😉
I know a lot, but I know what I don’t know. Most of my knowledge is as a computer programmer, scientist, mathematician. I am logical, I am hysterical. But most of all I realize that when it comes to things outside of my experience I don’t know anything. I must admit. I lied to all of you. This post is not for you the reader. It is for me! I am attempting one of the most difficult things a man can do. I will attempt to raise a daughter without messing her up.
OMG! How can we help?
Here are the steps you should take to get the most of this experience:
- Subscribe to the newsletter. You really don’t want to miss a single post.
- Read every word of every article! Just kidding, you can skim.
- If you disagree with a comment or with the post itself, call it out, dispute it, argue your point.
- Give me feedback. The only way this blog will get better is with constant feedback.
So what now?
What now? That’s it. Post number 1 is in the books. Or in the code, whatever. Thank you for reading this far. This was an Introduction Post so there wasn’t a lot of valuable content so I figured I would leave you with an amazon affiliate link with some books about Fathers Raising Daughters that you can read to brush up for the next post.