Its Dad Simple

Its Dad Simple Dad of a wild 2-year-old. Living slow in Bali. Sharing the real parts of fatherhood that nobody talks about. Millennial dad figuring it out in Bali.

For dads doing their best, and the partners who send them this. 💙 Memes, quotes, and real talk about fatherhood. Building while being present for my Daughter.

There’s a version of me my daughter has never met. I hope she never has to.The one who lost his temper and called it a b...
14/08/2026

There’s a version of me my daughter has never met. I hope she never has to.

The one who lost his temper and called it a bad day. Who avoided hard conversations because letting things sit was easier. Who thought providing meant showing up with money, not showing up, period.

He’s still in there. But he stopped being in charge the first time she looked at me waiting to see who I was going to be in that moment.

I didn’t become a better man because I decided to. I became one because she needed me to.

If you’re a dad still carrying the version of yourself you’ve been meaning to leave behind... she’s already showing you the door. Walk through it. 💙

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I can’t control what’s coming for her. I used to lie awake thinking about that more than I’d like to admit. All the thin...
14/08/2026

I can’t control what’s coming for her. I used to lie awake thinking about that more than I’d like to admit. All the things outside my reach, outside these walls, outside this life we’ve built around her right now.

I can’t promise her easy. I’m not sure easy even builds the kind of person I want her to be.

So instead I pray for kind. Enough kindness in the world to balance out the hard parts. Enough good people in the right places at the right times.

And if it isn’t kind, I pray she always knows the door is open. No questions. No fixing. Just here. 💙

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There’s a letter on my notes app my daughter isn’t supposed to read yet.This one started as a note to myself after watch...
13/08/2026

There’s a letter on my notes app my daughter isn’t supposed to read yet.

This one started as a note to myself after watching her get shushed for being too loud at a café. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was just being three. Fully, completely, unapologetically three.

And I thought, one day someone is going to make her feel like that’s a problem. And I need her to know before that happens that it isn’t.

She can’t read this yet. But one day she will. 💙

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I’ve faced a lot of things that used to scare me and somewhere along the way most of them stopped having that kind of po...
13/08/2026

I’ve faced a lot of things that used to scare me and somewhere along the way most of them stopped having that kind of power. You figure out what you’re made of after enough hard days.

But this one stays. The idea that she could be somewhere one day, in a room full of people, and still feel completely alone. That one doesn’t loosen its grip.

So I’m building something now while she’s small. Not just a relationship, a foundation. The kind she can stand on when the world gets heavy and the room feels too full and too empty at the same time.

I just need her to always know there’s one person who will never let her feel that way. 💙

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There’s a version of me my daughter has never met, and I hope she never has to.The guy who lost his temper over small th...
12/08/2026

There’s a version of me my daughter has never met, and I hope she never has to.

The guy who lost his temper over small things and called it “having a bad day.” The guy who avoided hard conversations because it was easier to just let things sit. The guy who thought providing meant showing up with money, not showing up, period.

He didn’t disappear overnight. He’s still in there. But somewhere along the way he stopped being in charge, and I think it happened the first time she looked at me waiting to see who I was going to be in that moment.

I didn’t become a better man because I decided to. I became one because she needed me to, and that need rewired something in me that twenty years of “I should probably work on that” never did.

If you’re a dad still carrying the version of yourself you’ve been meaning to leave behind... she’s already showing you the door. Walk through it. 💙

🙋🏻‍♂️ Follow along if becoming a parent quietly made you face parts of yourself you’d been avoiding for years. Comment SIMPLE if you want something that’s been part of that process for me.

There’s a version of me that existed before she got here that I don’t talk about much. Not lost exactly, just not really...
12/08/2026

There’s a version of me that existed before she got here that I don’t talk about much. Not lost exactly, just not really moving toward anything that felt like it mattered.

She arrived and something shifted that I still can’t fully put into words. Like a door opened that I didn’t know was closed. Like I finally had a reason to become the person I kept saying I would be someday.

I tell her I love her every day. I hope one day she understands that’s only half of what I feel.

The other half is gratitude. Pure and simple. 💙

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