Ash Thoreau

This morning started like any other with my daughter. I handed her the usual morning cup of milk and then set out on the daily mission of figuring out what she might actually eat.

Last night, she watched Raya and the Last Dragon with her dad, so naturally, that’s what she wanted to watch again first thing this morning. Once it was over, though, she had an indecipherable request. After about five minutes of back-and-forth, I finally realized she was asking for Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan. Cool!

By the third time through with the song on repeat, I needed a break from dancing with her and sank onto the couch. As I watched her keep going, I had tears in my eyes. I don’t know what it is about that song, but seeing her dance to it just guts me.

That moment sent me down a train of thought that could have easily turned into a spiral, but instead, it motivated me. I think I want to write a series of lessons for my daughter—things I want her to know in case I’m not around when she needs to hear them most. I want to share my own experiences because, with the way life goes, you never know when it’s going to change.

So, those are my thoughts from today. Don’t be surprised if you see a post from me in the near future that is some long-winded, random story from my life addressed to my kid.