Precious Priceless Progeny

Precious priceless progeny Hands down the most dramatic change ever needed to make the most profound impact awoke from helping beget the first offspring. An internal paradigm shift reshuffled priorities such that the helpless newborn necessitated immediate attention. Whatever task held my attention at a given time, the cry of said progeny triggered and quickly trained an obligation to become a first responder of sorts. Yes, I readily admit that at first blush selflessness grudgingly accepted, but quickly an avid enthusiasm became manifest. Matter of fact (and much to the surprise to this chap who never served as caretaker for infants, nor young children), an instinctual natural protection arose concomitantly with attention, affection, and adoration as the ensuing years tending (to thine eldest daughter and approximately twenty six plus months later another heiress begat), this role of fatherhood entranced, galvanized, and inspired me toward increased selflessness. The overpowering raw emotional of first time fatherhood emotional, financial, and spiritual impact shook my entire corporeal being to experience supreme tenderness, which set me to step up affinity to write (poetry seemed a natural modus operandi de jure, which sample seems apropos to share at this juncture. Though thee empty nest syndrome long since elapsed, I happened upon thee following verse while scrolling along memory lane recording incipient onset of parenthood, when the missus underwent routine planned parenthood in College approximately two score and eight earth orbitz ago late March/early April ninety ninety six. December 22nd 1996 bundle of edenic joy Twenty seven years plus ago faux cap’n Matthew Scott twittered n burst with ahoy on account of thine first borne – unbeknownst to us then if a girl or boy so an unusual assortment of gender appropriate names – (some brazen others coy others an utter embarassment verbal remonstration our offspring especially when older, would deploy) filled pages of our journals, viz newly minted parent’s endless employ though of Semitic ancestry choices per namesake reflected more ova goy which genealogy less significant than precious progeny healthily fused vis a vis via being masterfully charged two sets regarding twenty three pairs of chromosomes that did miraculously alloy into a healthy genetically whipped miracle – crème of the crop that only imaginary dragons reigning over a vampire weeknd with fiery red hot chili peppered lyrics could drop, whereby flute tour ring notes induced crowdsource to hip hop calisthenics that emulated swishing brush strokes of a mop which if attempted by myself, would witness one culled sic pop so, he sticks with ranks, viz his literate ass spur ray shun to confess those thermostatic and temperature controlled emotions more or less extolling occasions that held poignancy, though as a first time father my state of managing a newborn felt chaotic and a sorry mess though words resonated less gifted with beautiful daughter, she most likely happened to be oblivious asper YES mine hand felt hogtied, yet over ensuing years – the integration characterizing Rites of (aiding) spring our suite firebird did indelibly impress an invaluable psychic ring, whereby initial awkward role no longer on par to foster teaching child autonomy for her existence, (albeit demanding at times – synonymous with any other infantile pang), thine essence acquired an acute attentiveness to her basic needs and wants likened and linkedin to pay obeisance per a special offering, whose absence and permanent separation as a responsible grown woman makes mine heart didst grow fond (and psyche doth twinge with nostalgia) asper those long day's journey into night, when I could attest she declared and constituted daddy's girl, yet mandatory to let go of this biological offshoot part of me (within human league to the babyhood, childhood, and emerging adulthood attended, mollycoddled, pampered she extruded, and had me wrapped around her little finger cuz, now perhaps happiness sprung from within herself she sought guiding light as days of our live sped by at lightspeed now, a mixed bag of emotions wrestle and roil inside mine corporeal being, I praised and prized accomplishments (rarely admonished) spurred by natural borne desires for potential Atalanta, (who loved running until an injury brought said passion to screeching halt), nevertheless she became independent rather than shutter herself up as exemplified by das papa, who still writhes, seethes, and orates many forfeited explorations of natural self discovery thwarted renting my psyche asunder with lightning mailer daemons still on the prowl and trawling like bot size internet trolls within the windmills of my mind essentially futilely explaining mein kampf and hard times impressionable years of emotional, financial, interpersonal and social toil repercussions forever unfairly induced upon the darling lass pronounced upon this star student, who suffered sheer agony when asked – by classmates - the vocations of me “Herr father or Frau mother,” neither gainfully employed, which vicarious taboo (county assistance still evokes stigma, particularly for outliers like us living social along MainLine) zapped, tortured, inflicted crisis nearly destroyed yours truly, cuz of utter embarrassment, misery, writhing really vociferously within genetic blend, whose love not asked for nor sought unequivocally.