At the age of 52, my daughter Sara was born after a long, complex, and unconventional surrogacy journey. When I started this blog, Sara was two months old, and we were standing at the very beginning of a completely new life together.
This path to fatherhood was not carefully planned, nor was it a childhood dream fulfilled later in life. It was a conscious choice — choosing to become a father, choosing presence, and opening myself to a new chapter at a later stage of life.
The surrogacy process was not only medical or logistical.
It was a deeply personal, emotional, and psychological journey — one that raised questions about time, loneliness, fear, and the possibility of starting over. It is a journey that leaves a lasting mark and continues to shape our daily life as a single father and daughter.
This blog was created out of a need to document the beginning.
Not to offer advice, and not to present an ideal model of parenting, but to tell the truth — about late fatherhood, about the first days of raising a baby, about exhaustion and anxiety, and about small moments of love and grace that quietly give new meaning to each day.
This is a personal parenting blog — a journal of a father and his daughter.
A record of a bond that forms slowly, and of lives opening again through responsibility, presence, and an unconditional connection.
If you found your way here out of interest in parenting, surrogacy, single fatherhood, or simply curiosity about honest human stories of change and late beginnings — you are welcome to stay, read, and walk with us at our own pace.
Just life, as it is.
Alongside this blog, I also give talks about late fatherhood, surrogacy, and the emotional journey of becoming a parent later in life.
If something in this story stayed with you, you’re welcome to stay in touch.
Sara and Me 