Being a father is the most important role I will ever play and if I don’t do this well, no other thing I do really matters

I can't hold my tears whilst watching the video. The kids calling their daddies were a joy to watch. I immediately thought of my little one who is in school at the moment. Whenever she calls me "Daddy" my heart melts. Her way of calling me "Daddy" is like music to my ears - a music far better than my favorite songs I always hear and sing.

And as I'm typing these words, my tears are falling. All the small kids in the video asking their daddies for help continues to happen to me everyday. Although I am sometimes tired because of work, I can't afford to be tired whenever that naughty yet sweet little kid calls me "Daddy."

To all the fathers out there, Happy Father's Day to us! I'm sure you all can relate to the video below.

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Riding on Daddy's Back

When I let Loureese to ride on my back last week she let go of a laugh that melted my heart. I sensed instantly that she liked it more than what I anticipated.

Back when I was a child, I too enjoyed riding on the back of my late father. I'll be laughing so hard and, within minutes, would sleep on my father's chest. I so missed those moments and they reminded me of my good old days with him. 


Just as I thought she would easily forget that she rode on my back, she did it again three days ago while I was lying on my stomach. At first I thought she was just scratching my back since it was one of the usual things she does first upon waking up. A little while later though, I felt we were slowly sinking into the bed. Overweight?

And because it was her mother's first to see her daughter did just that, she of course didn't let it pass.

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She just called me "Dada"

My colleague at the university once told me my baby's first word would be memorable if it will be recorded. Since she's into the field of research specifically language acquisition, I wasn't surprised at all. I checked out videos on youtube and found out they also were fun to watch.

So one fine afternoon while we were taking a siesta, we made everything comfortable for Loureese. She was fed with her usual 5 ounce milk, turned on the A/C and off we went to bed. But she started making sounds. Joyie took out my phone and recorded Loureese's movements. She's been training her to say "Mommy" (are we pushing her that fast?) but never was it uttered. Then the magic word was heard. Not her mom's magic word though. She just said "Dada" and oh boy, it was so clear to my understanding. Joyie was skeptic or perhaps not good with the fact that it was me whom she called first. She wanted her to say "Mommy". 

That first word might just be one of those normal baby sounds or whatnot. But not for me though because it was clear she just called me Dada!

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