with another one on the way, i look at ioanna, our first daughter and measure up the father i have been so far. i think i got most of it right and there are areas in which i can improve. i can give her more of her type of time, i.e. dolls and the like. i could take her out to the museum more often as well. make it a point of teaching her things, like numbers and the alphabet.
i look at her and measure up myself and for the most part, as much as i want to find myself lacking, as i often do with so many other things, i am proud to be her father. i am happy. i could be more, but i’m happy with how she’s turning out, which i n turn means we’re doing alright as parents, i’m doing alright as a father. not bad for someone like me.
she gave me a card today, approached me slowly as if she balancing a bowl of soup in her hands. and handed it to me barely, her fingers still at the edge of it. ‘lemme show you’ she says and takes it gently back and puts a finger between the folds of the envelop and tears it open in little rips. she was delighted in opening it, revealing the big reveal, that the card was a bear cub exploding her arms to give her daddy a bear hug. squeals from ioanna. pure delight.
i hugged her tightly and smelt her hair. i could do better, but i’m not doing so bad either.