Pull Daddy's Finger

Tom and I were watching our two year-old daughter play the other day…who even through the tantrums is more beautiful and amazing every day. We’ve sort of been potty training so the bathroom has become one of her play areas. As if continuing a tradition passed down from her daddy, she was standing on a little step stool playing and looking into the mirror above the sink. Also like her daddy, she recently began singing short phrases and sentences about things on her mind to her own little melody. Tom and I were standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching and admiring this beautiful gift from God as she played and sang her own songs. She was laughing, giggling, smiling showing all of her teeth, and dancing as she was performing for her audience. She’s become fascinated with the Wizard of Oz lately, so she was singing about Scarecrow and Tinman and Dorothy and the Witch. Then all of the sudden she adds to the melody…”pull Daddy’s finger”. What? Puzzled and laughing so I could hardly speak; I looked to my husband for clarification. “Did she say “pull daddy’s finger”? Laughing just as hard as I was, he proudly shook his head yes and commented on his success. We laughed and I remarked something about his legacy to her, and then we both turned to continue admiring our gift we created together. Moments like these are treasures.