CATCHSeptember 8, 2014
Although I know there will come a time where I’ll disappoint her, I fight the reality of it every day. I make an effort to answer any question she asks and give her my undivided attention whenever she requests it and match every smile she gives me with one of my own in return. I’m not sure if this is how I’m supposed to react… catering to her every whim… but it feels wrong if I try not to.
I’ve heard people mention that she’ll come to expect the same treatment from everyone and there are certain times when I’ve seen glimpses of truth in those statements, but more often than not I chalk it up to coincidence. I could be in denial or maybe I’m naïve or there’s always the possibility of refusing to see the error of my ways. I don’t know.
Fatherhood isn’t the same journey for every man. We all have mental lists of milestones we hope to check off along the way from infant to adult. Crawling. Walking. Running. Talking. Similar obstacles serving as bullet points in the beginning until there’s a fork in the road and we’re forced to choose our own path of parenting. Grades. Changing tires. Manners. Sports. Life lessons we want to share with our offspring in hopes they’ll learn from our mistakes avoiding them all together and take our experiences perfecting them as they go.
I only want the best for her, to be the best person she can be and to make the best decisions of the choices that present themselves. I want her to love hard and dream even harder. I want her to smile in the mirror in recognition of how beautiful she is from the inside out. I want her to know I’m always behind her. I’m always there for her. I’m always here for her.
Regardless if it’s me or someone else that eventually lets her down, I want her to know I’ll be there to help her up. I’ll always be there to brush off her knees and wipe her tears and hold her tight. I'll always be there to tell her it's okay. I’ll always be there to catch her when she falls. It's not only my job as her father, it's a privilege.