Fatherhood

Every day between 6 and 8 pm, N plays with Klara. Except on weekends when he plays with her for a lot longer.

They play mermaids and princesses, dress up, paint, listen to music, build castles. This is every single day, and she’s four, so she can be really annoying. But he’s never raised his voice at her once in her whole life. (I have when she dropped a 60-pound mirror on my head last year).

I’ve seen a lot of good fathers. I actually never meet anybody who isn’t a fantastic father. It’s true, all of the men I know in any capacity are crazy about their kids. But N is on a totally different level because of the sheer consistency of the effort and how little he perceives it as an effort.

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