I am an experienced father with loads of cheap free advice to share. Re-examining the last 28 years I can provide a smidgen of insight on daughters although much of the time remains a mysterious blur. Fathers blessed with daughters would be well-served to understand daughters pass through defined stages. We will consider four although the timeline could be granulated further.
Daughters begin life as little bundles of pure joy. Their angelic voices perform a daily chorus of “Daddy’s home!” as Daddy trudges through the door after a hard day in the trenches. Those little lips are puckered and those tiny arms are locked and loaded, ready to give Daddy some extra special loving. For a brief time Dad feels like the king of his castle and all is well.
Our daughters need us every day. We sit with their heads on our laps and watch Cinderella or the Little Mermaid for the 100th time knowing we’re missing the championship game. The tunes grate on our nerves but repeated exposure builds our tolerance. We attend tea parties and color pictures. We tuck our girls in bed every night with hugs, kisses, prayers, and a good story. Deep inside us is a gnawing wish the clock could be slowed, just a little.
Preschool daughters wear goofy hats because they don’t know any better. Posing for pictures becomes second nature and they simply ooze cuteness. When people comment on our beautiful well-mannered children, we are proud yet humble. We respond, “Thanks! They took after their Momma.”
Inside we are not wrestling with humility. It has been soundly defeated. We are thinking, “Of course they are beautiful children. They came from my loins. What else could they be?” But we are too polite (usually) to give voice to these man-centered thoughts.
To be continued…
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