Driving home from work I know there is a two and a half year old princess waiting to run into my arms when I walk in the front door. She doesn’t care about the stock market plunging 2000 points in a single day, or concerned about the coronavirus, nor is she impacted by the gridlock in our nation’s capital. All that is on her innocent little mind is play, play, play and when I come home, she knows what time it is.

Izzy take the wheel

The sun was shining so bright. Even though she had a slight runny nose and cough, I really felt like we needed to get some fresh air. We strapped on our bike helmets, I buckled her in her bike trailer and I peddled to a park in our neighborhood.

Her eyes lit up when we stopped at the playground. On other sunny-ish days I’d pull her behind me and she’d ask to stop but it was either crowded with bigger kids or just too cold to play and we’d keep going. Today however, she got her wish.

I like to push my children’s limits, even if it’s just to go down the “big” slide as a toddler. It’s important to Daya and I that our kids explore those limits and to take chances. Will they fall sometimes and get hurt along the way? Indeed, but those scars tell the stories of our lives. While Izzy’s young, her mom and I are there as buffers to protect her from going too far into the pool, darting into the street without looking both ways, and sticking inanimate objects into electrical sockets. Going down that big slide adds to her beginning collective of risk vs. reward bank.

As she gets older, she will inevitably take bigger risks and undoubtedly receive greater rewards. In the process shell learn to accept that the bumps, bruises and scrapes are just part of the journey. In many ways, she’s already discovered that.

It’s your turn, daddy

It’s not just little Isabella who’s on a journey. Sometimes I myself need to be reminded of the joys of childhood. The freedom, the laughter, the innocence. Those were three things I didn’t get to experience that much of as a kid but that doesn’t stop me from living vicariously though mine. That’s the goal, isn’t it? To create a better life for your children than you had growing up? I believe that to be true and try to make every effort count.

Messy hair, don’t care

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.”

Maya Angelou

Izzy is my precious butterfly. Her hair can be messy but it’s because she was running in the wind. She could be wet and muddy from head to toe but it’s because she was jumping in puddles. The hair can be brushed back into order. A bubble bath will clean all the mud. Those memories though are carried with her for as long as she can take them. I am so proud to help her create these moments along the way. This is love and there is no better feeling.