He’s not promised a walk down the aisle to deliver his girl to her groom. Because the eventuality of life is that it could end any day.
He kind of lives life like that. A hug goodbye even when I’m cranky. Random flowers, just because. And then he does all the same for our child.
He’s a good dad.
I’m trying to see life as the Father of my child sees life.
Like when the trash truck is coming at 7 a.m. and he’s walking heavy cans down the driveway without being asked because it has to be done. Like self-discipline.
Or when he holds our daughter’s hand at the dentist’s but talks to her sternly so she listens and learns from it when she’s afraid. It’s second nature to him.
He flies kites and plays Mario. And his Dad jokes are the best ones. Even though he’s busy, he still makes time for fun.
He’s a good dad.
I don’t need so much focus or control because sometimes you have to let go. And just trust the man you picked.
To view life, like him.
With logic and reason and also, the simultaneous understanding that not one of us will get out alive. Then to love your family like that.
When you lean into the trust fall you’ll be familiar with the arms around you.
He teaches us that. That breaks are important, listening and focus are survival techniques, there is a time for fun, trust is important, and we always want what’s best for you.
To never underestimate the value of a properly mowed lawn. To do hard work.
You share the weight for a reason. For all the things I need control of in this life as a Mom, the Father of my child is the one who sees to it that I sometimes let it go.
In almost a decade of knowing growing versions of him, watching him lead our family as Father has been my favorite one.
He’s a good dad.
Wallflower Writing 