Yesterday morning, my four year-old daughter woke up, got dressed, made her bed, cleaned her room, and only then opened her bedroom door and called for me to come see her.
She did this on her own, without ever being asked, but I am taking full credit for it, because I am her father, and that is my right. Somewhere along the way, I said or did something incredibly insightful that left an indelible mark on her, and the fruits of my genius are just now becoming evident.
It’s 5:48 in the morning. The sun has not yet risen. The house is quiet. I’m trying to write, but in truth, I’m anxiously waiting to see if it happens again when she wakes up.
If it doesn’t, it’s not my fault.