Monday August 3rd 2020

So, another Monday comes along, not dissimilar to the many that have been before.  Yet I am more optimistic as Ily have five more working days before I go away to a quaint cottage in Lincolnshire with my family.
Not only the impending trip brings a smile, but also spending time riding a bike with my daughter…  Yesterday, she cracked it and overcame the ongoing fear she has had about riding a bike.  The fear of falling over.  Yet on Sunday just gone, I took her to a quiet field and she started pedaling and after seconds, I let go and she just kept going.  The realisation on her face when she noticed she was finally riding herself is indescribable.  For me it felt like a real father moment, a dream realised, there are a few.
Introducing her to Star Wars
Introducing her to Indiana Jones
Introducing her to Goonies
Introducing her to the cure
Taking her camping
Taking her fishing
Riding bikes with her…
Camping overnight in the lavvu is still to be ticked off.  It’s about these kind of moments that reminds me how amazing being a dad is.  The conversations we sometimes ask, “Dad?  What do you do when your counselling? You don’t have to tell me about the person….”  Nice to know she recognises the limits and boundaries of confidentiality.
So currently we are going out bike riding and she is so excited and proud about her achievements.  Moments like this amidst this same old week that seems to be stuck on repeat like a broken album on a bum track is a nice break from the mundane.  Her world has opened up and she sees possibility.  One of the things that I need to learn from my daughter is how she can often delight in the everyday.  There are times when I taken notice of her that I am overwhelmed by her ability to find joy in the minutiae.  Such a magical quality in a grey monochrome time in life where there fells like there is so much sameness as we wait to hear news of lifted restrictions followed by increased restrictions amidst murmurings of second waves.
There is alot to be learned from children and their unique perspective on the world.  Sometimes their perspective might be altered by the physical fact that they see the world different from us, just by height alone, perhaps because their looking up, maybe they see more wonder, and we lose it because we’re too busy looking down.
Let’s either spend time on our knees looking at the world, or maybe sometimes just remember to look up.
Take care, Sincerely Yours, Paul