I like fixing things around the house, and take the ‘Mr.
Fixit’ title given to me by my wife as a compliment. My wife has let my
daughter know that daddy does most of the fixing around the house.
So whether its some hair clip teddy bear that needs a little
super glue, or a book that talks, that needs a battery change, my wife would
probably tell my daughter that, “We’ll need to ask papa to fix it.”
Recently though, a musical toy that had stopped working,
took a fall, and miraculously hit the right spot so that it started working
again. Since this wasn’t a battery change issue, it was something more
technical, I wasn’t able to fix it. Now that this magically started working, my
daughter assumed that since I’m the fix-it-all, that I had fixed it.
Here’s the scene. I don’t know about the miracle yet. My
wife is feeding my daughter, and my daughter is playing with the toy in
question. I still don’t realize that this wasn’t working before. My daughter
looks at me and says, “Thank you papa for fixing it”.
What could I do? Doesn’t every father want to be the super
hero? I’ll protect
you, I’ll provide for you, and yes, I’ll fix it. Whatever it is.
It took me a couple of days to tell her that I didn’t fix
it. It took a small accident for me to realize that I can’t fix everything.
It’s one of the most painful realizations I’ve had yet.
On a lighter note, I now have my answer to, “if you could
have one super-power, what would it be?”
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