The Man She'll Measure Everyone Against


Having daughters exploded my brain.

With my son, I thought I understood what it meant to be a father.
He made me reflect on who I was as a man, because I knew I was his model for becoming one.

So I worked on myself.
Sharpened my edges.
Cleaned up my act.
I wanted to be a man he could look up to—someone worthy of becoming.

Then came my daughters.
One.
Then a second.
Then a third.

And everything changed again.


With sons, we’re modeling how to act.
How to handle stress.
How to lead.
How to win, lose, and get back up.
They watch you, then they challenge you. Eventually, they try to surpass you.

That’s the goal. To become your best self—and then have the honor of watching him surpass you.

But daughters are different.

I quickly realized:
I’m not just raising my daughters.
I’m teaching them—through my behavior—what kind of man is acceptable in their life.

My words, my actions, my tone, my love… they’re watching it all.
The good.
The bad.
The ugly.

And that’s a terrifying kind of accountability.

You are her entire blueprint for how a man should be.


And that’s when I started asking myself one powerful, uncomfortable question:

Would I want my daughter to marry a man like me?

Not:

  • Am I successful?
  • Do I provide?
  • Do I love them?

But:

Would I be proud if she chose someone just like me?

It’s the kind of question that humbles you fast.
It shows you the gaps.
It challenges your excuses.

But if you’re brave enough to sit with it—it changes everything.


The wild part?

Trying to become that man for my daughters made me a better father to my son…
…and a better husband to their mother.

I’m far from perfect.
But I can’t think of a more worthy challenge for a father to accept.


So here’s the challenge I leave with you:

Don’t just aim to be a provider.
Be a standard.
Be the man you’d want your daughter to choose.

If this message hit home for you, forward it to another dad who’s in the trenches with you.
We rise better when we rise together.

Talk soon,
Locke

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