Being a father was something I kept notional as I progressed in my life

Priceless is the smile on your baby-girls face as she looks you in the eye while peeing on you…

you’re in your fresh gear and hot out the shower and she lets it rip; instead of being upset you tell her, “its okay” while you change and cuddle her. To me this is what love is, its the acceptance of things as they are and still finding the passion in your heart to love; not in her ignorance of what she is doing, but the patience it draw out of you.  Situations in our life are in a lot of ways like my daughter Nina, who without warning and a smile on her face, lets it rip with an expectation of love returned. In some of my poetry I have hinted at the idea that we are all but infants striken by age; in a lot of ways we over safisticate ourselves from the simple truths in life: love without boundaries.  Crazy I need to be urinated on to find a pause for reflection, but sometimes the universe–or whatever you subscribe to–doesn’t always pick the method you’d most enjoy as a lesson.

As a new dad, I look forward to the growth and development Nina will inculcate within me, but I am strapping in and open for all of it. And just so that we are clear, I don’t enjoy the golden showers, but I get the point and lesson; so I think I’ve passed the class…what’s next?