Love that kid and let them know how much they’re loved. Nothing else matters, you will have disagreements, fights and struggles. But make sure they know they’re loved even during the hardest times.

You’re going to fuck up. Don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m deathly afraid of heights and my dumbass agreed to get on a Ferris wheel with my (formerly fearless) son. No matter what you do, you will find a way to fuck them up somehow. Just make sure it’s something small like that, and not needing decades of therapy. And remember, they’re smarter than you think.