I wish I’d had a daughter. And I wish that one sunny day, when we were alone together, that she’d asked me, “What is life for, Daddy?” so that I could answer her as concisely and eloquently as possible — in a way that, for her, remained a treasured memory and became a story told to her child.
So much of my life, and of the lives of many others, has concerned that question so I can’t imagine a better gift for my daughter than to be able to contribute to her understanding of its answer.
“Why?” It’s the fundamental question and a good answer is the ultimate gift. I might tell her that Life is a gift. And ask my polite little girl to honour the gift proportionately to its value to her, to consider how to properly reciprocate and to whom.