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(A bedtime story about daughters and their dads inspired my The Youngest asking me to fly. I said I couldn’t but that got me thinking, why not?”)
“Daddy, fly,” the blonde-haired 2-year-old told her father the first thing in the morning as she stood on the edge of her bed ready to jump.
“But Daddies can’t fly,” her father answered, lifting her off the edge.
“Yes they can, if they try,” she said under her breath.
“Daddy, fly,” she said once she had finished her breakfast and stood at the top of the stairs before getting ready to go to daycare.
“Come on, Daddies can’t fly,” he said, putting a toque on her head and carrying her out to the car.
“They can if they want to,” she said, putting her mitts on.
“Daddy, fly,” she said later that day as she ran towards her dad when he came to pick her up.
“Sweetie, Daddy can’t fly,”
“That’s because you never try,” she said, grabbing his hand and walking out with him instead.
“Daddy, fly,” she asked again as she stood on the stool beside the sink as her dad washed the dishes.
“Daddy’s don’t fly,” he told her though, tossing the dish cloth at her playfully.
“You should try anyway though.”
“Daddy, fly,” she tried one last time as she once again stood on the edge of her bed, now dressed for bed.
“It’s too late, I’ll have to try another time,” he said, lying her down and putting her under the covers.
“I’m going to hold you to that promise Daddy.”
“Just get some sleep.”
“Daddy, little girls like me can’t sleep.”
“Oh sure you can, you just close your eyes and do it, it’s real easy.”
“If sleeping is that easy for me, why don’t you ever at least try and fly?”
He thought about that. He imagined flying over buildings, flying over a lake, flying with his little girl on his back. He imagined flying beside an airplane and flying to the moon. He imagined looking at his daughter flying beside him.
“I bet I can fly sweetie.”
“Maybe tomorrow morning?”
“How about right now.”
And the dad lifted his little girl out from underneath the cover and helped her fly around her room, watching the smile show up just as he had pictured.
“Now it’s you’re turn Daddy,” she said. “Fly.”
And he climbed up on her bed and jumped through the air, making the cat skitter and more importantly, his daughter smile.
He jumped again. And again. and Again. Until it was time for sleep.
“I knew you could fly Daddy,” the little girl said, resting her head on her dad’s chest as she dozed off.
And the dad thought of the next time he’d get to fly with his little girl.
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Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there was a man with one wife and two girls. He loved all three of them equally. I’m that man.
I’m a dad who is certainly no better than any other man is at being a parent and that’s why I like to share our stories. I, like you, figure things out on the fly. So if I can share with you a trick for something you may experience down the road, I’d like to do that.