Kickin’ It Wit’ My Daddy

True, all healthy father/daughter relationships are beautiful. Still, this one is special to me. Not long ago, me & my daddy looked a lot like that. We never had an elaborate handshake (Can we, please?) but he made sure to squeeze in numerous noogies instead. Like Kayliyah and her daddy, we also shared music. In fact, growing up I used to “borrow” his CDs. For us, bonding over music was an everyday thing. Each old school jam on the radio incited a well warranted “who’s singing?”

Just today, with the volume turned up, it hit me, “I really am my father’s daughter”. Like so many times when I would come home from school, hearing Kool & The Gang all the way down the block; here I was, in my own living room, doing the exact same thing. And when “Too Hot” stopped, The Commodores took over, and I carried on shuffling my feet.

See, when you’re little, and your Daddy is damn near 6 feet (his words, not mine) you figure all daddies must do strange things. As I fumbled through adolescence I thought, “why is he doing this to me?” But now? Now all those oldies but goodies feel perfectly familiar and bring back happy memories.

He always say he love me, and my daddy show me.

We haven’t kicked it in a while, Daddy & me. It’s been a few years actually. And no, nothing bad happened. Why then? Because he’s back home supporting me and my big life dreams. I’m studying abroad so we no longer ride in the diamond lane, play Duke Nukem (with all the cheats), or gobble down mountains of Baskin-Robbins’ Pralines & Cream. Instead, we’ve settled for phone calls, texts and FaceTime sessions which are few and far between.

But, I agree. Kickin’ it wit’ my daddy is pretty great, even if he tricked me (multiple times) into getting in the carpool lane.

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The Little Engine That Could & Why It’s Okay to Regress

The Little Engine That Could As we grow, our confidence doesn’t always follow. Maybe if we were picking up The Little Engine That Could before bedtime or any time, we’d feel and act differently. There are so many chances for your confidence to get bruised, adulthood is no different. In fact, your twenties can be a particularly challenging time. And yes, maybe there’s a Ted Talk with your name on it that really strikes a chord. Great! Some of us, (I hope I’m not alone here) would rather revisit childhood favorites and regress in a healthy, productive way.

Regression gets a bad rap being tacked onto too many negative connotations, but it doesn’t have to be. As adults, we are bombarded with a ton of messages saying we can’t, we shouldn’t, or simply don’t, some of which come directly from ourselves. But remember The Little Engine That Could? Remember the rhythmic mantra “I think I can”? Mottos and mantras don’t have to be exchanged for new, shinier, mature ones if our childhood gems do the trick. (If it ain’t broke…) There’s no reason why we can’t latch onto the repetition of those four small words if they ignite something within us to try, and believe we can. Plus, maybe as kids we had it all were doing something right. 20140807-092247.jpg Do me a favor? When you get to the top of that mountain (and you will), and you’re staring down at all you’ve overcome, channel Samuel L. Jackson to the best of your ability and say: “Choo Choo, motherfucker”. Done? Go ahead and drop a bill in a swear jar for being a total badass. Inner child status: proud. Worth it!

What other children’s books should we revisit as adults?

Note: If for some reason having a kiddie book laying around isn’t your thing, you could always gift it at your next baby shower. (Anyone else got a News Feed full of babies and mommies to be?)
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