I couldn’t imagine being a father. It seems that I have reached the age where it’s essentially the norm amongst my inner circle, and whereas I reassure you — the reader — that I am by no means ready to be a parent I am reminded that most parents rarely are. Parenting is a continuous teeter between effort and struggle. I reflect on my own rebellious childhood and shutter with fears of what is to come in the creation of my (hopefully not for a really, really long time) offspring, knowing it always comes full circle and ten-fold.