Dear readers,

I am a South Asian man in my late thirties, living in Germany for the past eight years. Four months ago, my wife and I received the most life-altering news of our lives—we are expecting our very first child. From that moment on, something quietly but permanently shifted within me. My priorities began to rearrange themselves, my thoughts grew deeper, and a new journey slowly unfolded before us.

Long before I heard my child’s heartbeat for the first time, I imagined writing letters to them—letters filled with untold stories, unspoken emotions, mistakes, joys, fears, and lessons I learned while becoming a parent and a human being. I wanted to preserve these moments not as advice carved in stone, but as honest reflections from a father learning everything for the first time.

As this journey began, I encountered challenges—mostly emotional ones. When I searched for comfort or guidance, I noticed something unexpected: there is an abundance of words for new mothers, but very few for fathers. The emotional world of men during pregnancy, transition, and first-time parenthood often remains unspoken, unseen, and undocumented.

This blog is my attempt to fill a small part of that silence.

Here, I write daily letters to my child—letters about change, vulnerability, love, fear, identity, and growth. They are written for the day my child is old enough to read them, but also for other fathers who may be walking this path quietly, wondering if their emotions are valid or shared.

This space is not about perfection. It is about presence.
It is not about answers. It is about honesty.

If these words find you at a moment of transition—welcome. You are not alone.

—A Father in the Making