Back from a short hiatus: we spent a week and a bit with my folks in Ontario. This was the first time my daughter has been to the town where I was born. Before going, I'd been getting pangs of something akin to guilt and nostalgia. It became more and more important to me that she experience Ottawa the way I did.
Of course, it never works out that way. I mean, not only is she too young to go tobogganing, for example, but there's no way she'll feel the same way about Ottawa the way I do. In fact, she won't feel the same way about anything, and for that I ought to be grateful. Is this news for other dads? Sometimes I need a wake-up call to remind me that it's not up to me or us to indoctrinate our kid with what we know, believe , etc. Indeed, the opposite is true. I must learn from her, and offer as much freedom as possible so that she may grow up with a mind of her own.
Anyway, the weather sucked. I'm not used to blizzards and freezing temperatures anymore.
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