Proud Papa

We raise our children to surpass us. Send them forth as arrows that fly beyond where we have stepped. With my two girls, now young women, the first sign was being roundly defeated in Boggle, then humbled by their writing skills, then astonished by their creativity in the kitchen, making my cooking seem so pedestrian and predictable.

Yesterday was Back-to-School night and with some time to spare, I sat in on the first grade presentation. I listened to the teacher so poised and articulate, felt her commitment to her craft shine forth in every sentence, her immense love for the children, both collectively and individually, drip from every word. I thought, “ I sure would love to have this teacher teach my daughter.” And then thought, “Wait a minute. She is my daughter!”

After my 4^th grade presentation on the music program, one of the parents came up and said, “Well, I’d like to tell you that you’re great, but what I really want to tell you is that your daughter is really, really great!!” The arrow had been launched two “really’s” beyond my lifetime’s efforts. How does this make me feel?

See title.