I sometimes doubt decisions I make. I sometimes question what I’m doing. I sometimes lack conviction.
But there’s one decision I made 1.5 years ago that I know, deep down in my bones, is the right decision for me: reorganizing my life to maximize time spent with my (6 year old) daughter.
What sparked this thought?
The following video that showed up on my Instagram feed:
In the above video, a daughter surprises her father by visiting him in person, after the two of them not seeing one another for 5 years. By the way, even the idea of not seeing Elliott for 5 years makes me want to shed a tear.
Back to the video. The daughter hid squatting in a cardboard box. The dad reluctantly approaches the box, wondering if someone is in there, and adopts a boxer position, ready to “punch the shit” out of whoever may be hiding in there. But as soon as he recognizes that the person is his daughter, he immediately throws his arms around her, grasps on to her so tightly, and the first words that he cries out are: “My baby girl ….” he continues to grip on to her tightly. “I fucking love you so much.”
Pure rawness.
Beautiful.
Relatable.
It goes to show that having a daughter can soften a man.
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