The Man

Twice this week I experienced defining moments, for what it means to be a man.  Quiet moments, but powerful.

The first moment I'll not dissect in detail, but it was related to the Me that plays the part of a career man.  In the one-act play that transpired,  I was disappointed to realize that I may not be the Man that so many others seem to want me to be.  This realization also made me sad and nervous.

The second moment was related to the Me that is blessed to be the father of his amazing Wee Lass.  The erstwhile sarariman that I am is blessed to have the honor of her company this weekend, and with just a few hours in her presence did wonders for my sagging self image.

She beat me badly at Wii bowling tonight, scoring five strikes (including three in a row), and when I expressed mock frustration at my terrible form, Her Royal Cuteness said offhandedly, "Don't worry, just go with the flow."  She was looking at me with those rose window eyes when she said it, and we both started laughing.

These words cannot adequately convey how good the sound of her laughing made me feel.  Right then, right there, I needed no more than to exist in that moment...and for the Now, I felt like I knew the Man I was supposed to be.