Today I did my best to be a good dad/husband. Jen and her mom hadn’t had much time to spend together…So they asked me (should’ve offered to score even more points!) to hang out with Maisie and Kylie so they could get some mom and daughter time. So off we went in the car, hoping that Maisie would fall asleep so that I could get some work done. But she didn’t. So we went to Chick-fil-A…that was a good decision. Then we went to a park after Maisie would not, once again, fall asleep in the car. This was also a good decision.
But here’s the event that spawned this post…Jen asked me around 4pm if I had changed Maisie’s diaper. Guilty…didn’t even think about it! Then Maisie added another something else to the mix in her diaper and it was just time…no further delay…I knew, Jen knew, and Maisie even knew it. When I got out the changing pad Maisie came running up and laid down on it…with a look on her face like, “Oh goodie…time to finally get this poop out of here!” At 18 months, my little one knows when something should not be around.
Why is that we as adults lose the ability to be able to identify and leave behind the crap that is lingering in our lives? I’m inspired by my daughter to be overjoyed about getting rid of stuff in my life that just doesn’t belong.