Acceptance gets a bad reputation.
At least it did in my mind. For years, I associated it with surrender. And so I resisted accepting my reality as a father. I feared that if I stopped fighting the fact that my life had changed, I'd be admitting defeat.
This kept me stuck between two worlds. I couldn't go back to my old life. But I wasn't fully investing myself in the life I actually had either.
What I eventually realized is that acceptance and resignation are not the same thing.
Resignation says:"This is my life now. Nothing good can come from it."
Acceptance says:"This is my life now. What can I build from here?"
That distinction ended up being much bigger than it sounds.
Because the day I stopped wishing reality was different, I finally had some energy left to improve it.