23/06/2026
Una is two years old (going on 14) and she already has no idea the standard I’m subtly setting for her.
Not the standard I’m speaking about but the one she’s watching every single day.
How I speak to her mum.
Whether I show up with energy.
Whether I take care of my body or let myself go and normalise that as just what men do.
Whether I’m present in the room or just physically there.
One day she’s going to meet a man and somewhere in the back of her mind, she’s going to measure him against me, her Dad.
Against the standard I set in this house that she grows up in.
That thought doesn’t scare me. It drives me.
Good health is part of that standard.
Not because I want her to care about aesthetics, but because I want her to grow up knowing the standard that men in her life look after themselves and their family.
That self-respect is something you demonstrate and not just talk about.
I train so she grows up thinking that’s just what a man does for his best self and for his family.
I show up present and energised so she never has to settle for less from anyone else later in life.
She deserves that standard even though she doesn’t even know it just yet.