My Beautiful Daughter

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I wrote this piece just after beginning my relentless commitment cognitive behavioural therapy. A practice I continue to get an immense amount of value from, particularly due to the divinity of my therapist who is so lovingly committed to her work and supporting my journey.

  • I wanted to be a different human being than i was.

  • I wanted to trust people

  • I wanted to be authentic

    and brave, to have faith in myself

  • I wanted to lose the toxicity that stemmed from my experiences and I couldn’t figure and

  • I wanted to stop being so constantly driven by fear and anxiety and

  • I wanted to stop behaviours that felt so incongruent with my soul

    and I wanted to do it all for my kid, who I wanted to have different and better experiences than mine, a wish I am hopeful that every parent has for their children.

    I wanted my effort, my suffering and my challenge to be in the name of her joy, her courage and her self belief, things that I had to, for whatever reason, earn and learn the hard way.


A cheeky grin

And that grazed shin

You throw yourself at it

Even if there's nothing to win

But you want in

And want to be heard

For much of this life so far

Seems so absurd

But curiosity and creativity combine

For we do not know which is yours and which is mine

But your figuring it out , too fast for my liking

Is a way of you blossoming , its my pride just spiking

You are a beautiful girl

And you have been zero to 6

One big ball of loving energy

Intensely focussed on specifics

Girl you make me proud

Even if a bit nervous

Your ability to negotiate

Seems so impervious

But it's just strong will, bound by your hopes

A life you see with immeasurable scope

And I wish for you to never change

To challenge and question

Your love of all things

It is your perfection

And I'm just Dad

Who's had it wrong and had it right

But my job is clear

To allow you to allow yourself a full flight

You my little angel

Are my guide to rewrite

That which I've mourned

And that which I regret

Are a way for you to allow yourself

The magic in you yet

Love Daddy

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