Abby makes it easy to be a dad, and Roby does too. It’s not hard, and it’s Good. Everything that feels difficult is clearly for my improvement. There is not a single thing about Roby that is not for the betterment of me or Abby. When we listen to her as a full person deserving of pure love and unutterable respect, we can begin to understand not just parenthood, but perhaps our relationship to the world and it’s creator. 

I have something approaching and understanding of just how Good Roby is, and just how Good spending time with her is for me, yet I still resist it at times. I still complain in my body if not in my mouth about having to get up to retrieve a toy, or clean up water, or change a diaper. I will still secrete away after a shower to look at my phone a bit longer. I will still stay up to write my blog to gain some time alone. I do all of this while I know that time with her, while sometimes difficult, is truly and uniformly purifying. 

To see Goodness, to know it, to have it live in your house, to see it change you in real time and to still have difficulty completely prostrating yourself to it, is the nature of Man.

I think I’m getting better at it, slowly.