Rissa May Stay With Me, Daddy -

It happened on a Tuesday. No rain. No dramatic music. Just the hum of the dishwasher and the click of the front door latch as I got home from work. My daughter, Rissa (age 4, going on 17), was sitting on the living room rug, building a castle out of magnatiles.

When “Rissa May Stay With Me, Daddy” Breaks Your Heart (and Fills It) rissa may stay with me, daddy

When Rissa says, “Stay with me,” she’s not pushing me away. She’s inviting me into a more advanced level of trust. She’s saying: I know you’re right there if I need you. But for now, I’ve got me. I sat down two feet away from her castle. Not inside it. Not directing it. It happened on a Tuesday

She squirmed down, patted my knee with the condescension only a preschooler can muster, and walked back to her castle. Without looking up, she said it: Just the hum of the dishwasher and the

And here’s to the dads who learn to sit two feet away, waiting patiently for the next lap invasion.