Hey Big C,
The biggest this I learned from my daughter was I don't come first. I grew up the only male in a house full of women. Anything I wanted was given to me. Heck, my meat was cut up for me until I was seventeen. I was a pretty good athlete (played football) and in college there was always someone taking care of me.
As I hit my early twenties and got out into the real world, it seemed no one knew about my "favorite" status. The world's love affair with me had worn off. For the first time, I had to make my own way. Talk about tough. I fought it, and mostly lost. Then my daughter was born. Now I no longer had the luxury of disregarding myself because she was connected to me.
While talking to my young daughter one day on the phone, she finished the conversation with a prideful, "That's my Daddy". When I heard that it was like my whole world changed. I realized my existence was not about me, it was about my daughter. That day I promised myself that I would match her pride, with my commitment to her.
I have never regretted that decision, and I thank God I made it.