Experiences from-daddy-fi

Published on September 14th, 2013 | by Manoj

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From Daddy to You at 2

Dear Son,

Mommy and I are sitting here at a restaurant with you waiting for our food to arrive. Tonight you’re having chicken strips and fries with a cup of apple juice. Under normal circumstances, you find such a meal delectable, but tonight you’ve got a super cranky look on your face – an affliction that most people your age suffer from – and I know you may not eat a bite of what we’ve ordered for you. We’re in a small booth that fits four, and you’re standing on the seat beside Mommy. You’re tall enough now that you practically tower over her shoulder when she’s seated. I chose to have us seated indoors even though it’s beautiful out and there was no wait for the outdoor seating because I thought you would like the colorful (albeit pretentious) interior of this place and because you like watching people. Despite the noise and energy of our surroundings, the only thing I seem to be fixed on now is your eyes turned outward to observe everything around us as your little hand rests on Mommy’s shoulder.

In your silent, grumpy-faced gaze, I see so much.

What I wouldn’t give to go back to the state of innocence your eyes give away about you now – to be able to right every wrong before it happened, to undo experiences I now know I could’ve done without, to spend every moment walking in the light of goodness. While I know I will never be able to return to that state, I cannot help but feel gratitude for all of the good and bad of my life as I look at you now. I’m endlessly grateful for the opportunity to make you a better man than I could ever be.

If I can help you…

live life a little slower…

make your perceptions of the world a little clearer…

discover your life’s passion a little earlier…

find a good woman like your mother a little sooner…

stay innocent just a little bit longer…

…every misstep, miscalculation and misinterpretation in my life was worth it.

Those permanently sleepy looking eyes you got from me are very much your own. But if I do my job right, what you see with them will be tinted with everything I have seen with mine.

The food is here. You finally decided to sit down in your seat. I reached across the table to take one of your fries, cool it off, dip the end in some ketchup and feed it to you.

You pressed your lips together, turned your head and refused to take a bite.

I saw that coming.

Love,

Daddy

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About the Author

is a loving husband and father of one son. He is the author of the best selling children's book, "Sam's Three What-Ifs". He also writes "Soul Crossing" - an online novel released in monthly episodes. He has a weakness for hamburgers that would make Wimpy look like a vegetarian and he facepalms more than Capt. Jean-Luc Picard. http://manojabraham.com



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