On Dads and Daughters

Ken and Bee. My gracious, these two are total podmates. There’s so much I could say – so much I want to preserve about their relationship in these early, simple (but not easy) days. Our family is hovering in that space where toddler will and novice parenting collide, where we’re newly navigating the delicate balance of discipline and grace, structure and agility. And Ken is our fearless captain.

He’s the pull toward spontaneity that my habitual, lover-of-routine self runs from, but is – in the end – magnetized by. People like Ken produce the laugh tracks in our world. They live in the part of the sentence that comes before “but,” because for people like Ken, that word doesn’t exist. He’s the “get in the car and go, no diaper bag necessary, we’ll figure it out along the way” kind of guy, perfectly weightless while I trek miles behind, lugging in-case-of-emergency baggage we never need. Bee is the same – or at least at this age – and I have high hopes her fun barometer will tick a bit closer to Ken’s than my own.

They’re on the move, these two – bobsledding in plastic wagons down makeshift plywood slides that bookend the office ottomans. They’re making smoothies and delivering surprise picnics and learning Chinese together, because why not? The world is their oyster.

And then there’s me – watching from the sidelines, cheering them on their quest for adventure and new and fun. Because the only thing better than becoming the apple of your daughter’s eye? Being married to him.

Image Credit: Me (hence the lack of focus)

p.s. The first time I saw Ken as a father.

  • This makes me a little weepy and weird, cause I totally relate. There’s nothing more magical than watching your man grow into fatherhood. I still get emotional when I see the two of them enjoying each other; making up silly bath time games, imagining a box in our living room is a magical ship for the day, this is the stuff that makes life worth living. I know that I love my husband, and I love my daughter (and they love me), but watching the love they have for each other completes the circle around my heart.

  • Erin (and Sarah), I’m right there with you. We have a little boy but you’re speaking the words from my heart. Watching my husband be and become a really great daddy has been one of the best parts of having a child. Erin, just remember you’re the rock they’ll both come back to in their freeform world, which is just as important.

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