Becoming a father has already taught me more than I expected. From the very beginning, the experience has been filled with excitement, uncertainty, and awe. The first pregnancy test brought joy, followed by weeks of anxiety when we didn’t know if the pregnancy would hold. After an early loss, waiting for the second pregnancy to be confirmed felt like living in suspension. Hope and fear side by side. It wasn’t until the first ultrasound, when we heard the heartbeat, that something settled inside me. That sound made everything real.

Since then, watching the baby grow has been astonishing. From a tiny embryo no larger than my pinky nail to a fully formed baby, nearly seven pounds now—it feels almost unreal. Every ultrasound shows more detail. Bones forming, the spine aligning, the heart beating steadily, the lungs developing. The baby even practices breathing before ever entering the air, the diaphragm moving rhythmically in preparation for life outside the womb.

What amazes me most is that none of this is done consciously. The baby isn’t thinking, I need arms, or Now it’s time to grow lungs. My wife isn’t consciously instructing her body. Choosing when to divide a cell, knit a spine, or sculpt kidneys. And yet everything unfolds with precision and intelligence. The yogis describe the body as “a wonderful laboratory, directed by a Divine Architect, whose plans never err”. That phrase keeps returning to me when I watch this process.

Watching my child develop, it’s hard not to sense that something mighty and orderly is at work. Something far beyond personal intention.

This period of my life has filled me with reverence for life itself. The human body truly is extraordinary machinery, guided by an intelligence we participate in but do not control. Becoming a father has shown me that life knows exactly what it’s doing, long before we ever think to ask how.