My sister emailed me today with some wisdom of the Niece. She made three wishes while blowing on a dandelion:
- I wish I could touch the sky.
- I wish I could fly.
- I wish the tin man could have all he ever wanted.
I think being a dad is like being the Wizard of Oz. I'm the man behind the curtain, the one who knows everything and nothing in
There's a helplessness to parenting which is heartbreaking. There's a power to childhood which is inspiring. I wouldn't trade this journey of ours for anything in life, but I will always wish I could be better. I get no rewrites here.
And now I go to a hard day's work, to make her money to buy her things.