My daughter is amazing. No seriously – this kid is wonderful. I’m still new to the “dad” thing but last week I witnessed some thing she did and it filled my heart with joy. One of the goals I have for her is that she is a kind human being (and does not become an Instagram “model”). I think we have enough assholes in the world there isn’t a need to add one more.
Every day when I pick her up from day care I always stand at the door for a minute or so just to see how she is doing when I’m not looking. It’s more for me just to make sure she is well adjusted and being cared for. On this day I saw something that I wasn’t expecting. I saw her “talking” (I use that term loosely) to one of her classmates in the most animated of fashion. She was on one knee and whatever message she was conveying I could tell from her gestures that it was humorous and urgent.
This wouldn’t strike me as odd or even special if it wasn’t for a few things. She was the only child talking to him as the others were off playing in their own worlds. Her friend is physically handicap. She seems to understand that he isn’t able to crawl around like she is so she stayed by his side talking to him and occasionally handing him toys. This moved me so much and I was so proud of her. I walked in the room and normally she instantly puts her head up and crawls over but on this day she picked her head up and just stayed put.
If that day wasn’t enough to warm your heart, it happened again. Last Friday my wife I went to pick her up again and she was doing it again. She was really engaged and didn’t really want to leave his side. MiMo recognized he needed a friend and she was that friend. It warms my heart that somehow she managed empathy at 10 months old where we have people in their 40s who can’t understand that concept. This is one of the few times that I felt like I was doing a good job as father.
Most days I’m stumbling through raising her. I’m grateful for YouTube videos, “Parenting” magazine articles, and asking myself “What would Dr. Huxtable do?” This could all be naught because there is plenty of time for her to turn into an asshole. I mean we haven’t hit the terrible twos or impossible 3s yet. At this point in time she’s amazing. I love that about her. I love that she doesn’t have the baggage that adults carry to impact making decisions. Her thought process is fairly simple: “Is it fun?”. Who can ask for more than your daughter thinking its “fun” to be nice.
My dad says “God looks out for fools and babies”… it looks like he’s 2 for 2.