I like to believe I am a good parent.
Not an all knowing parent mind you, but a well intentioned dad committed to showing up for my daughter.
I like to think that I can keep her safe. That our home is a safe haven for exploration, learning and other good stuff.
Then the other day, while Mari is taking a nap alone in the master bedroom I hear a loud thud on the floor. Immediately I knew she had fallen off the bed.