Fatherhood Fridays: My First Grader

First steps towards her brand new school!

Strong role model!

She picked out her entire outfit by herself! Daddy’s little girl. So proud of her!

Sisters saying goodbye…for now!

Camrielle plotting how to spend time with her parents now that Big Sis is in school…

I often joke to Lyianna that on the day that we brought her home from the hospital, she was the size of a Chipotle burrito.  Born a premie, she never ceased to amaze us with how quickly she developed into a precocious and self-aware little human being.

Not long ago, while sitting in my arms, she randomly recounted a moment over 2 years ago in Hawaii where I was so furious at her for not getting out of a pool when I asked her to.

That was the moment when it really hit me – literally every single moment and interaction from here on out is data going into my little girl as she develops into a woman who will one day be a mover and shaker.

Long gone are the days that were depicted in Mary Poppins: the father comes come to his castle at 1800 after a long day at work to pat his children’s’ heads as they marched off to bed.  Simply being a steady provider doesn’t cut it anymore.

My wife occasionally helps me reset my headings when she reminds me how it was for her to grow up in a single mother household – she often yearned for the simple moments of a romanticized father that she never had.

Thusly it meant a great deal to all of us that I was able to be there for Lyianna on her first day of first grade in a whole new land.  It may be a mundane moment to many, but I am assured that my daughter benefits from these cumulative moments.

Additionally, due to the nature of my new job, there will be periodic stretches where Daddy won’t be home to kiss her goodnight.  Therefore, it was all the more precious to be able to walk my little girl in on her first day of first grade…in a completely new country and culture.

“In their hearts humans plan their steps, but the Lord establishes their steps.”   Proverbs 16:9




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