When I got home from work the other day, Jessica showed me a picture on her phone of Namine sitting on the chair in front of the desk. No big deal, I thought. After all, Namine can sit just fine on what I think of as “adult chairs.” But Jessica said no: she said Namine climbed into the chair all by herself. This I had to see for myself.

I submit to the court Exhibit My Daughter Is Fricking Amazing.

The first time Namine climbed into the chair, Jessica was in the kitchen. So she did it quickly, quietly, and without any supplications for help. Of course, we were watching the second time, so she had to ask for help. (Which she didn’t need, as the little sassy one knows.)

This is exactly the kind of thing I talk about.

Jessica and I acknowledge – if silently – the fact that Namine has limitations. She receives disability from the government, and she has Title 19 insurance to help cover her immense medical bills (from surgery, hospital time, medication, I could go on). She has required surgery. She still requires surgery. But hear me: none of that matters, when it comes to what she can do. We do not tell her, “No. You are incapable of doing that.” Anything she sees herself doing in her mind, I believe she can achieve it.

And this is the proof.

Husband. Daddy. Programmer. Artist. I’m not an expert, I just play one in real life.