He’s learned to let go of perfect. Last week, he showed up to roll call with a hair bow stuck to his uniform. Last month, he accidentally played “Wheels on the Bus” over the patrol car’s loudspeaker instead of the siren.
“The first month back from paternity leave, I responded to a domestic call and realized I still had baby drool on my shoulder,” he admits. “My sergeant just looked at me and said, ‘West. You’re a mess. Good mess.’” officer west the rookie dad
“Best mistake I ever made,” he grins. “Traffic stopped, but everyone was smiling.” Neighbors on West’s beat have noticed. Mrs. Delgado, who runs the corner bakery, says: “He used to just walk by. Now he stops to point out birds to his little girl on his days off. He’s softer—but sharper, too. Fatherhood made him a better cop.” He’s learned to let go of perfect