No one sees me like my daughter does.
She sees the good and the bad. She sees the beauty and the ugliness. She sees the grace and the sloppiness. She can tell when I’m right and when I am wrong.
My daughter does not just see me, she can see right through me.
We have been alone together so much, for so long, that I often wonder what I would be, were she not there.
Sabrina Boileau may have been young when she became a first-time mother, but her goal is to not lean on being the “cool mom.”
A Rocky Start
When my daughter was born, it was a little complicated.
For a few dark moments during the delivery I thought I might lose my wife and daughter. For weeks after, my mind roiled with the trauma. In that time I made two very clear promises to no one but myself: I would cherish every moment with them and I could not do that again. As such, she would be an only child.
But beyond the early trauma, it was clear just how alive my daughter was. From the very instant she could walk, all she wanted to do was play. At the park she would scream-laugh playing with kids until she would get so tired and start crying.
