How my Daughter Taught me to Breathe

It was one of the absolute most challenging periods of my life. My marriage was falling apart, and I was barely maintaining my sanity.

Somehow I had to keep it together. My girls needed their father to figure it out. They needed a father figure.

My youngest daughter was not even a year old, but she played the biggest role during this tumultuous time.

She hated being put to bed and would get fussy with me every single night.

I made it my responsibility to make this little human being go meemees. I developed a system where I would place her on my chest, hum, and pat her back in a consistent melodic rhythm.

Hummmmmm, hummmm, hummmmm…

She would groan and wrestle me every time. But I couldn’t let her win. Then her little body eventually would start to collapse… one Z at a time.

On difficult days it would take almost an hour to put her to bed. Somehow I had to maintain my composure and stay calm no matter what.

This would only be possible if I manage my own emotions. I had to control my breathing and any anxious/nervous/angry energy I had that particular day.

I had to get my shit together, or else.

During especially rough days, I would just pick her up and place her on my chest. And breathe together.

Sadly these days, my baby is too big to be held.

But I will forever be grateful to her for teaching me to breathe and be patient even when the world is falling apart around me.

Teevee Aguirre

Teevee is an insanely funny and humble man who has traveled the world in his mind at least a dozen times since his imagination began to bloom at the tender age of 31. You can find him making a dent in the universe by sharing his lessons on parenting, marketing, manhood, relationships, leadership and whatever else tickles his fancy.