Being Regaled By Stories of My Daughter

My daughter is going to a musical theatre camp and it is one of the best times of the year! Every night when I get home from work, she regales me with stories of what she did during the day. There’s always new dance steps she learned and if I’m really lucky, she’ll show them to me or even try and teach them to me. I also get to hear about the songs they’re working on and how she feels about them and if the sun and moon are aligned correctly, I’ll get to hear her sing for me. That’s pure heavenly joy right there. I’ll also get to hear about the friends she’s making or her relationship with her instructors, one of whom seems to really get Dorit, which is amazing as a parent to see.

But it doesn’t really matter what she is telling me. The reason this is one of my favorite times of year is because she is more alive, more vibrant than the rest of the year. She is vibrating with the joy and passion she has for musical theatre and after all she has been through this year, she deserves this happiness.

And I love coming home to watch my Sweetie Girl so radiant. What else can a Dad ask for in life?


Dropping My Son Off At The Airport

I dropped my son off at the airport this morning and it’s amazing how challenging these moments can be. He probably would’ve been okay if I had dropped him off at the curb instead of taken him through baggage check-in, but neither my wife nor myself would’ve been completely comfortable with that. But not walking him through security seemed like a good compromise in my head. Of course, if he had said he wanted me to go with him, I would’ve, but he was ready to start his adventure and I don’t want to be in the way of that.

It’s also challenging because as a parent I need to be ready to be rejected. I need to ask him what he wants and be okay if he doesn’t want me, for instance, to take him through security. But I need to find the balance between independence and parental responsibility. That’s why I parked and made sure he got his baggage taken care of, though I let him handle the whole process, just there in case something went wrong.

I also was sad to see him go, but I can’t let him see that. I told him how proud of him I was. I told him how much I love him. But for him to see me sad, I think, only makes things harder for him. I want him to have his own experience--not one based on mine. It will be great for him, but our family won’t be the same until he returns.