Fatherhood cuts testosterone, according to a recent study. The more a parent cares for his kids, the lower the level of his manly hormones drops, apparently.
Fascinating. That means that the greater effort I put into being there for my daughter, the greater the chance will be that I’ll turn into Ken, Barbie’s anatomically incorrect companion.
I don’t feel particularly like a gelding. But who knows? Maybe it’s an imperceptible though inevitable loss. By the time you realize you’re Neutered Ned, it’s too late.
As I look back on the last week or so, I was particularly involved with my daughter’s soccer game; her still messed-up after-school schedule; her inability to sleep one night because of grief about a dead pet; her imperfect eating habits; her baths; her hair; her clothes; her lunches; and on, and on. In short, I was all up in the job of being a parent.