A Father Is Born

A Father Is Born

There’s a shift happening in me. Quiet. Heavy. Strange.

Soon, I’ll be a father.

And to be honest, I don’t have the right words for what that means yet. This blog post won’t be full of wisdom—I don’t have it. Not yet. I’m writing this while I’m still on the edge, staring out into the unknown.

But something’s already changing.

I’ve always been a free spirit. I love the feeling of moving how I want to move, creating from intuition, chasing meaning instead of metrics. So naturally, when I imagined fatherhood… I wondered if it would take that freedom away from me. The late nights alone. The quiet mornings with my thoughts. The way I flow in and out of ideas, people, spaces.

But now I see it differently.

This isn’t the end of my freedom. It’s the evolution of it.

Fatherhood, for me, isn’t about becoming someone else. It’s about becoming more me—more grounded, more present, more in touch with what actually matters. It’s about teaching someone how to walk through the world with heart. It’s about showing my son that the way he feels is valid, that his imagination is powerful, and that his truth is worth protecting at all costs.

I always thought I’d have a daughter. And maybe that was because the feminine has played such a powerful role in my life—from my mother, to the women I’ve worked with, to the art I’ve created. But now I know: raising a son is an invitation to teach what I had to learn the hard way. Emotional strength. Self-awareness. Purpose. Stillness.

The truth is—I don’t feel ready. Not in the traditional sense.

I’m still figuring things out. I still have dreams to chase. I still feel like I’m becoming. But maybe that’s the real gift… my son won’t just be born into this world. He’ll witness me rebirth myself in real time. And maybe that’s what being a father really is. Not having all the answers, but showing up anyway. Open. Real. Willing to grow alongside the life I helped create.

I don’t know what this next chapter will look like. But I do know this:

It’s not just a child being born.

A father is, too.

And I welcome him.