No Use Crying Over A Broken French Press - Diary Of A Dad

The pain, the sorrow, the unsaviored coffee yet to be had. The day is 08/03/19. The location, home. Liv, baby Nova, and I had just returned from a rather successful Goodwill trip. We found just what we were looking for, plus some virtually new Converse with Lunarlon. They are dope city, check out the picture. Another sweet ticket i found was a mini french press. As you can see from the picture, that thing was awesome, and perfect for this time in my life. I seriously considered still using it after the disaster, even if only once. Okay, maybe I am being dramatic. 

I should mention, this happened right in front of my eyes, it was a slow motion moment. The awareness, the drop, the panic, shatter, the raw violation of mother nature's intentions for this mini french press. Let me quickly set the scene.


I am sorting and putting away the items that we got from Goodwill. I am down to putting away the very last item, the french press. My partner Olivia asks me a question about an item we have listed for sale. I speak with her for 20 seconds, turn towards my french press, only to realize it has been taken captive. Nova, the innocent destroyer of many things innocent, has found her latest victim. Poppa's anticipation for the last 45 minutes.

As i watched my beloved new friend fall to the ground, staring at me longingly, i thought of the time we had shared together. That car ride home from Goodwill where all i did was think about how you probably liked being in the trunk because it was hot. You will not be forgotten. I know i am being silly, but there is a good message to what i am about to tell you.



For a moment, when the french press broke, i wanted to get mad. I even felt like i had the right to be. As Olivia, gracefully swept Nova away for her postponed nap, her realizing my selfish sorrow, and empathizing with me, i sat and sulked for a moment. As i began cleaning up the mess i thought, “I could be upset about this for a while. I could blame Olivia. I can be mad at Nova. Maybe i can get out of watching Nova for the day.” I could have let this moment define windows in my life that are always in the process of closing, but i decided not to let this happen anymore than it had.


Those little moments when we say something that we regret, or missing your baby grow up before your eyes; They do not seem worth it. I could have done better. I will do better. Now that i am more prepared for a scenario like this, maybe next time i will have the patience to teach Nova something. I am in the process of trying to be a better father, and i am comfortable admitting that.


Sometimes people need space to sort through the emotions of high sensory moments. I am one of those people. Olivia has the ability to take in high stress moments and process them calmly, and rationally. Her resting heart rate is lower than average, which might be a reason she is able to stay so composed. If nothing else, she is inspiring to watch as a parent. She is so graceful with our baby, and i hope to be able to always help her as much as she helps me. We are a team, and sometimes teammates need a break, or some coffee. ;)