I don’t know…

I don’t know…

I don’t know…

Maya Mic

My first born is 2. A prouder father I could not be of the wonderful child I have blossoming under her family’s and my own tender care. Eyes to melt the heart, defiant spirit, loving soul and a smile with the sole intention of bringing joy (perhaps a little sprinkle of mischief). I’m so thankful for the two years I have had her in my world here’s to many more.

So, a funny thing happened a couple of weeks ago at her cousin’s birthday party. Isabella had received a bright pink microphone and guitar gift set for her birthday. It didn’t catch Maya’s attention at first as she happily played with the assortment of toys she found in her cousin’s bedroom and then engaged in the fun of musical bumps (Mark Ronson Bruno Mars Uptown Funk is her JAM!). But when it did catch her gaze she made a beeline for mic! While the other kids got down to the serious business of pass the parcel she proceeded to give her audience a rendition of Pharrell’s “Happy.” Of course the comments start flying my way “you know where she gets that from…” “It’s in the genes” “Daddy’s Girl.” My reaction… to quote a famous girl group “No No No No NO!”

My daughter a singer? I don’t know about that.

Maybe because I’ve seen first hand just how tough a world it can be, or how many other pretty girls she’ll be competing with as she hones her craft, or chasing a dream that is always put in front of us as a lucrative option when there is so much more that she could go onto be. I don’t know.

And if she was to achieve all of the successes in the world could I handle seeing my baby girl taken away by the industry for the rest of the world to adore and critique? I just don’t know.

But I do know this it will be hard for her to find a better teacher than her father to guide her through the early stages of her career. And I do know that regardless of which path she may choose to take, I will support and guide her to the best of my ability. Instilling a confidence in her that she can find success in whatever she chooses to be.

So should she choose to don the microphone and rock stages you best believe her Daddy will be by her side Guitar (well Sax) in hand with a simple message: I believe in you, now go be the best version of you and kill it!

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