The most powerful word I know 'Daddy'

Published on May 1, 2006 By Sally jacobs In Home & Family

I am a Daddies girl. There is no getting away from it. My Dad is a little out numbered in our family. Considering he had three daughters. Which I think has made him more aware of womens needs than he would actually like to be. He has had to put up with 'womens problems', hormones, boyfriends, hating boyfriends, and all other things that makes my Dad turn pale. My Dad gets through it by pretending he doesn't have a clue what's going on and just burying his head in the sand, and coming up for air when it is safe, and the turmoil is over. Growing up, especially when I was in my teens, me and my Mum had some run ins. We would go to war. I was never like that with my Dad though. I hate to say it, but he was a little more easily manipulated. All I had to say was 'Daddy' and you could see his heart melt right in front of you. I guess I can understand when it comes from a cute kid. You see it all the time. Especially Fathers and their daughters. There is just a special bond there. I read somewhere once, that the only man a girl can truely rely on in her life is her Daddy. I think they may have a point.

One day I may get married, or settle down or whatever. This carefully chosen man will love me, will care for me, will be there for me. He won't have that unconditional love for me though. I would be able to do things that would make him turn his back. Dads tend to have a blindspot though. I remember growing up, and doing bad things, and somehow my Dad would always manage to see the good in me. Maybe he looked at me and saw the little girl who made him lie with her until she fell asleep because she was scared of the dark. Who would come and see him, bottom lip trembling because one of my older sisters was mean to me. Or the little girl who had just fell over and all she wanted was cuddles and kisses to make her feel better. The two fondest memories of my Dad from when I was growing up are quite strange really. One is when he used to bath me. He used to sing me these really strange songs. Like I was only 5 or 6 at the time, and he would sing these ridiculous rhymes, and throw water over my head, while I yelped and sang along. The other is, he used to read me bedtime stories. Every night. For I don't know how many years. I used to beg him for just one more page. I usually got it to, lol.

As I got older you would think that my Dad and I would kind of maybe drift a little bit. You know how teenagers can be. That never happened though. We have always got on really well. In his company I go back to being a ten year old girl, it's quite strange really. My Dad is extremely proud of me. I remember he went to one of my parents evening, when I was about fifteen. He said he hated going to them, because all the teachers just said how great I was, and it got boring. Though I think he was secretly quite pleased. He went to speak to my science teacher. I was always good at Science at school. I don't really know what happened to the knowledge I gained from them lessons, it disappeared somewhere over the years. Anyway, my science teacher was a lovely lady. Mrs Ashley. Very laid back and nice. My Dad sat down, and she was talking about revising for exams, and that I should do really well aslong as I got the revision in. She said how well I was doing, and there was no problems, and whatever else. My Dad, then said, rather proudly, how I was so good at revising, and doing all my school work. He told her how I could watch tv, listen to music, and talk to friends, and revise all at the same time. Obviously my teacher wasn't as blind as my Dad, and commented maybe if I just concentrated on my revising, how I may do even better. Thanks Dad!

I am 22 now. I am still a complete Daddies girl. I still only have to call him 'Daddy' and I pretty much get what I want. I'm guessing a Dads kryptonite is his daughter

Comments

Shovelheat

on May 01, 2006

nice...

Dr Guy

on May 01, 2006

You got that right!

dynamaso

on May 01, 2006

Excellent, Sally. Will comment more when I get time.

cheers,

Maso

Sally jacobs

on May 02, 2006

Thanks for all the comments guys xxx Glad you liked it

Bahu Virupaksha

on May 06, 2006

I have a 9 year old daughter. I hope she feels thae same way for me when she is 22.

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