Dad is the word.
Heaven in ordinary, as the poet said.
Show me how to be in the zone, like when you’re in the zone.
For tomorrow, discipline, attention, focus where it’s needed;
enough salt to make the bread taste,
enough yeast to make the dough rise,
enough eye contact to make the heart sing,
just enough.
Temper me, soothe my brow, take my fretting away,
because I’m not going to worry about everyone else’s skills.
Don’t test me like I fear you’ll test me.
Don’t let them put me on the spot.