Raf and Marlowe haven’t always been the best of buddies. She has the propensity to be stubborn and immovable, demanding and irrational. Raf is easygoing and flexible, willing to listen and more rational than most people in the world. Many times, their interactions have ended in raised voices and impasses. More often than not, Raf (and the rest of our family) will leave the room saying, “Geez! Marlowe!” while she simmers on the couch.
In Maui, she was joined at her dad's hip in the water, leaping on his back in the pool and grabbing his hand to go snorkeling by the shore. And he was extremely receptive to it, understanding that her passion for the water might be fueled by his passion for the water.
“She’s such a natural,” he's said, referring to the way she grabs a wave when bodysurfing or boogie boarding. “And she’s not even 7 yet. Imagine when she’s older…” and then his eyes get glassy, imagining her as one of those awesome bikini-clad pro surfer girls who lives to surf and gets paid to do it. A year ago, I don’t know if I would have seen the same thing, but a week in Maui has changed my mind and allowed me to set aside my dreams of having a famous chef in our family.
More than anything, I like seeing them together, enjoying each other. There’s a bond between a girl and her dad that is unlike anything else and now, finally, they both get it. And I’m grateful to be on the sidelines of this one, to witness and document it, revel in its sweetness, reap the benefits of the big reward.
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