I spent last evening in the kitchen with Daughter as she played for me her playlist of songs from musicals and tried to improv caramel on the stove. I heard some profanity (thank you, “Be More Chill”), and the caramel got burnt and thrown out, but it was as pleasant a time as I could have hoped for.
Some of the best moments as a parent are the ones where you make yourself as invisible as possible. Just be in the space with them, don’t intrude, and you will be admitted to things you did not know were there.
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Rocky, it may take a while to hear this, so I’ll write it — sometimes the best moments of being a daughter are like that, too. I think my dad would have wanted you to know that. He was startled sometimes at what I remembered.
Thank you forr writing this