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Songs, like food, can bring us back to a specific time in our life.

When I look back at these days of great joy, little sleep and varying challenges, it is the song “Holding My Own,” by Eric Church, that I will listen to with a smile.

You can listen to the song here.

Here are some of the lyrics:

Until I run out of time
I’m gonna spend the rest of mine

One arm around my baby
And one arm around my boys
A heart that’s still pretty crazy
And a head just got sick of noise
If the world comes knocking
Tell ’em I’m not home
I’m finally holdin’ my own

And when my time on Earth is done
I want they write it on my stone
I lived, loved, and died holdin’ my own
I lived, loved, and died holdin’ my own

Life changes when you have a baby.

If you aren’t a parent, you probably are thinking “of course life changes.” There is one thing to imagine it and a whole other reality when you experience it.

What I love about this song is that it captures  change and defining what is important. There are plenty of “knocking” at the door when you are trying to do what is best for your family. There are temptations from society and culture, enough concerns about finances and safety, and the humbling fact that new parents are just trying to keep their child alive and to survive themselves.

It takes a village to raise a child, and this child brings a life to share with the world, especially family and friends.  Dr. Wayne Dyer once wrote, “Your children are not your children, they came through you, but they are life itself, wanting to express itself.”

For the first three months, we didn’t bring our daughter around many people. If there was a bubble to live in, we would have happily called it home.

As the risks decreased, we started to “let go” a bit more. None of this has been easy.

Knocking at our door for three months was everyone’s opinion and their questions. My wife and I tried to find the wisdom in the anecdotes and advice. The varied doctor opinions and blogs like this helped inform us to “better be safe than sorry.”

Almost six months after we survived the first three months, we are now baby proofing, trying different foods to feed her, and figuring out the best way each day to meet all of our needs.

I value the opinions of others. It helps. These words of experience are processed, considered, and they inform the eventual decision we make.

So, I ask you….what is your best advice for “holding your own.”

If you are a parent, what is that one best piece of advice?

As a child from someone, what did your parent (or grandparent, or caretaker) do for you that you are most grateful for?

If you are an aunt or uncle, grandparent or friend, what are your words of wisdom.

Share below in the comments, and in a future post, I will compile some of the answers to help other parents and to help me be the best dad I can for not only my daughter, but for the world.