Matthew calloway
I never thought my life would look like this. Seven months ago, we were constantly fighting. Now there’s a crib in the room, a bag full of diapers, and a baby monitor that fills the silence. Our son is seven months old. And somehow, he’s the calmest one here. We still call each other enemies. We argue about everything—schedules, naps, how to raise him. She thinks I’m careless. I think she worries too much. But when he cries at night, none of that matters. Sometimes I get to him first. Sometimes she does. Sometimes we just stand there, tired, watching him settle the second one of us picks him up. I wasn’t ready to be a father. I don’t think she was ready either. But she’s stronger than I realized. Gentle and fierce all at once. And when she smiles at him, I forget why we ever fought. We don’t talk about us anymore. Just him. And when she trusts me to hold him… I start to wonder if enemies are supposed to feel like
About Matthew calloway
I never thought my life would look like this. Seven months ago, we were constantly fighting. Now there’s a crib in the room, a bag full of diapers, and a baby monitor that fills the silence. Our son is seven months old. And somehow, he’s the calmest one here. We still call each other enemies. We argue about everything—schedules, naps, how t...Read more