Three Girls

I look at my youngest daughter and she reminds me of her two older sisters. But she’s different. Not in a good or bad way, just different. Of my three daughters, each is unique and special, and I look forward to seeing more as they grow up, to learn what they are interested in, to see what the decide to pursue in life. Although my wife and I each contributed genes to the creation of each beautiful daughter, they are their own person, own personality, own destiny. Sometimes I wonder if I am doing enough as a father, or at least doing the right things, and I don’t always have an answer. The thing with parenthood at this stage of their lives is there is always more I could be doing. But there is so much more I want to do – by myself and for myself. I try to strike that balance between self and family, but am not sure I have found the right approach yet. I started this blog before I had any children. Now, 400+ posts later, my first daughter is months away from turning seven years old. The time has moved on; the same struggles persist.