Like Father…Like Daughter
“If you can take care of her for the first 6 months, I promise I’ll handle the rest.”
These were the semi-conscious words Ali muttered to me at 3am one morning when we were awoken yet again by a screaming 6-week-old Maya. I found Ali’s statement hysterically funny in my sleep-deprived state, because I knew there was a 0.01% chance of that idea every coming to fruition. But despite doing most of the child rearing around here, I will say Ali has taught Maya some very important life lessons in the last 5 years. For example:
There is no reason to put one’s clothes inside the hamper because that effort of lifting the lid? Well it may just kill you.
Hangers are merely for aesthetic purposes. Clothes really do belong in piles on the floor. And there is no need to empty your carry-on and/or Dora backpack because you can easily just zip it up and take the same dirty clothes with you on your next trip.
A glass of water should be kept in the same spot in the kitchen 24/7. It is okay to leave it there despite Mom’s glares and lectures about keeping the counter clear of clutter and putting one’s dishes in the dishwasher.
And there is no need to clean up one’s desk when it will just get messy again. Plus, Mom hates messy desks and it’s fun to annoy her.
But of all the bad habits useful things Ali has taught Maya thus far, I believe he’s also shown her that sometimes life is about breaking free of Mom’s numerous rules and regulations.
It’s about teeth-clenching, neck-breaking hugs.
And that sometimes you can put your laptop aside for another bone-crushing hug, just for the hell of it.
Happy Father’s Day (one day early)!