Second Letter to my daughter

Second Letter to my daughter Dear Camille, as your thumb through the pictures that I carry with me in my suitcase that? It is difficult to imagine that the short hair, a smiling child with lobster claws and agitation had become the beautiful girl Goldilocks and the stage that requires much sing.I wants to hear that cliché? Veteran all parents tell us that the speed increase, which would, before knowing how we had more attention first of all ended.They can right.I? I believe that it can become three.? I believe that the change of seasons so rapidly, the questions quickly change, but the answers seem alike.I two floors sit and think about that often, what kind of govement that we offer, which really shows that the feeling of emptiness that hangs around me like a fog in the moing when we went too long apart.I consider the options, the arguments, egoism that can creep into the laziness, the myriad moments of anger that only ensures the tendeess, loss of control over small issues of boredom, the delicate balance between patience, guidance and the human condition reveals that its shadow small explosions in the open, shouting orders and the parties? valve to release the ashes of evil that comes with little resolve.What is my job? Outside the protection of physical damage, I bob in the sea of life as a small cork in a hurricane, reaching inward, searching, trying to understand and express, wondering how you could ever qualify for someone like you or live. In the end, the old adage that the more we know more we realize that you do not know will be held at anchor for a jouey of discovery, and serves to remind my dilemma when it evaporates focused on 'love, my role as a baste, you will be enveloped in a cloud of love and cover with a blanket of love that can grow in love and let the flow of other lessons to you and through you to your pace.This can do, ignore the failure of the shield and give another hug, another kiss other words, when one minute more minutes in the short term, another time, another smile, another deep to stifle criticism or fiction as a tyrant or Pundit Quick jump to that ruling and wants intervene.No or father? I best.Father fight understand.Father struggle with its most important job.Father so difficult trying to keep their advice, to listen? both words and the unspoken, the hangover, needs, emotions, the anger, the game, then anger, then rest, then comes the anger again.Father cares? despite the confusing mix of autonomy, co-dependency, heart, guilt, duty, honor, passion and deep, deep affection sometimes do more to confuse I guess all of us tread the path enlighten.I, rain or shine, winter and summer, flat, paved mountain rocks trails.Father loves.Father loves you with all my power, a job that relish.As long as the symbol of ticks, which is marked forever you.DadaThat? s A view from the Ridge? Ridgely invites you to subscribe to one view from Ridge, a column of inspiration that goes around the world every week. Please visit the e-mail address to subscribe and Ridgely ridge@aviewfromtheridge.com personally.