Dads have Beards
The picture above is from January, I believe, the last time I grew my beard. I will grow a beard or goatee every once in a while for no other reason than to “mix it up”. I shaved it shortly after the photo was taken and have just been too busy/lazy/careless to change it.
When my wife and I first found out we had a baby on the way, she knew immediately that the beard would be coming back. I have always told Christy that Dads have beards (or at least moustache). I’m not saying they sport a beard or moustache their whole lives, but for all the newborn photos I’ve seen…Dads have beards.
Obviously I am refering to older photos of my father and that generation when moustaches and beards were likely more prevalent. He had a bright red beard, which I’m sure if he grew out now, would be slightly less red. Christy’s father had one of the best handlebar moustaches around. He has actually won awards for his moustache …I’m not kidding. He shaved it off shortly after Christy and I began dating after having it for years. He has since starting growing it back to its full glory again and will no doubt be bringing home the gold again soon.
There’s something about being a Dad that I think requires that scratchy patch of hair. Not only are you pulled in several different directions with a pregnant wife…so shaving may not be priority one, but something about being a Dad makes you feel very grown up.
Not that it shouldn’t – as it’s a huge responsibility that shouldn’t be taken lightly. However maybe a beard helps serve as a reminder that you are an adult now. It does to me. I look in the mirror and say “good god, old man”.
Christy tells me I look very young without the beard and I want to make sure this little tyke knows who the big dog is.
Although she was a bit stir crazy at first, Christy is settling in for what most likely will be at least two more months of bed rest. The doctor has told her she can fold laundry while sitting and that is about it. I am continuing my role of Mr. Mom in the meanwhile.
Plenty of time to “get my beard on”.