My daughter is a self-sufficient and independent person, I can count on the fingers of one hand the times she has asked me for help. Last night, on the phone, it seemed quite clear to me that she could use a hand, she would love a visit from me. Being needed is a gift to any father in a way, it is what we are about.

I don’t recall hearing the fatigue in Emma’s voice before, I think I can help.

I called Emma this morning and asked her if I was hearing need in her voice, or was I misreading it. She said I was reading it correctly, things were going fine, but she was exhausted and at times overwhelmed and would love for me to visit. I don’t know what my  relationship with the bright-eyed Robin will be, but she has already brought Em and I closer together.

But here is where reality occurs.

This is an insanely busy time for me, and there is no room at Emma’s space, they are crowded with baby gear. I checked several hotels – they were $300 a night and up, even in Brooklyn. Too much. I checked airnb, but there was nothing close enough or right for me. Visiting New York City is not simple.

Em said no sweat, I can come in a few weeks, but that doesn’t sit well with me. She needs help now, so I will be scrambling to figure out how to get down there for a day or so next week, even if it turns out to only be one long day. I think every little bit will count.

I’m in a book negotiation, the Open House is looming, the portrait show is going up. Life is rich and full. But when you are needed, you have to find a way to go.