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In the quiet hours of the evening, when the hustle of the day mellows out and the world outside seems to pause, I’m in my favorite spot: beside my daughter, reading under the gentle glow of her lamp.
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We’re usually thumbing through a book about a fish that learns to smile again. “Smile, Mr. Pout Pout Fish” is the title. It’s a simple story, yet it resonates deeply, echoing the journey from deep sadness back to joy.
Sharing these stories, feeling her small hand clutch mine as we turn the next cardboard page, brings a profound realization: these moments are fleeting.
There will come a time when the book will close, the light will dim, and all we’re left with are memories. This thought hits harder than expected, casting a shadow that lasts well beyond her falling asleep.
The notion of not being there for her entire future, for all those moments yet to come beyond my time here, is a tough pill to swallow.
Yet, in this feeling of being adrift, she’s my anchor, my reason to keep pushing against the tide.
Our bedtime stories, ironic as it may sound, often lead me to ponder what lies beyond this life. Yeah I know, it’s way too deep for the pages of a children’s book… Then again, is it? I mean, my faith offers a comforting narrative of what’s to come, but the part of me that’s all too human can’t help but question.
This might be a little obvious, but some of those days that uncertainty can dampen the hope.
But then I remember the reason that hope is there in the first place… My daughter. My soon-to-be wife, & my family. They make every shared laugh, every embrace, every whispered goodnight even more sacred in my eyes.
Facing the relentless march of time feels like an uphill battle. Every tick of the clock underscores the days, the weeks, the months. But this very struggle has a way of highlighting the present’s beauty, its fleeting wonder.
So, as I close the book each night and watch her drift into dreams, I allow myself to sit with these fears, acknowledging they stem from a place of deep love.
It’s the most difficult thing I’ve allowed myself to feel. However, within this love, there’s a thread of hope—not just for the present but for every chapter that’s yet to unfold.
Perhaps it’s not about avoiding the shadows but learning to appreciate the way they make the light appear all the more radiant. That’s something I’m not sure I believe myself yet…
The one thing I know: I’m not alone; It’s her, her beautiful mother, and me.
We’ll be navigating through the darkness, one page, one moment, one smile at a time.
What kind of things go through your mind at the end of the day? Let’s chat in the comments.
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Stephen Gutknecht
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