Daddy’s Girl

Daddy's Girl, what is it about those girls? The first time I really noticed it was when B-Boo was about a year old. She used to love her hair up in the foam rollers, dressed in a onesie…and cuddling with her daddy. I remember waking up once in the middle of the night, to find B-Boo and Daddy sitting in front of the TV, watching Beauty and the Beast, eating strawberries and whipped cream…and when it wasn't that, it was popcorn. And so it began.

Six years later, the Drama Queen came along. I'm not really sure when she became a Daddy's Girl, but I know it was there by the time she was four or five…and it was definitely there by the time she was six. We were at a doctor's appointment for a series of shots (that's another blog another time). It was a long appointment and we brought special coloring books and markers. The doctor came in and the Drama Queen made some comment about her Daddy. I think she was coloring a picture for him. Anyway, B-Boo had just turned 12 and was going through some stuff that only a mom can take care of. Days before, my husband had made a comment that she wasn't his little girl anymore and he was having a hard time with it. Anyway, the doctor made a comment that he had a 12 year old daughter and that all of a sudden she wasn't his little girl anymore. We had a laugh because his complaint was the same as my husband's! The good thing for my husband was that he had another Daddy's Girl to lean on!

She has a way of saying MY Daddy that lets you know he's hers. For fun sometimes, I'll say that he was MY husband before he was HER Daddy…that usually throws her for a loop!  Sometimes, it drives me nuts, this Daddy's thing. Heaven forbid something should happen to her while Daddy is away. It doesn't matter if I've taken care of it, the minute her Daddy is home, the drama starts all over again as she retells the story. She's a tough cookie, too, until she sees her Daddy; then the waterworks start.

We realized just how much a Daddy's Girl she was one day when I told her "no" to something. Her reply?

"I'll just go ask MY Daddy!"

That didn't turn out like she'd hoped!

As irritating as it gets sometimes, I'll have to admit, I'm glad he has that special relationship with her. I can only imagine how it feels to know that the minute he pulls up to the driveway, she'll come running out yelling, "Daddy!" There is not a day that goes by that she is not thrilled to have her Daddy home!

It's the same when he leaves in the morning. She'll get her hugs and kisses then run to the window, throw it open and yell good-bye to her Daddy until she can't see him anymore or someone tells her to hush cause they are trying to sleep!

Heaven forbid she should get into trouble during the day. She'll look up at me with those big puppy-dog eyes full of tears and beg me to please not tell her Daddy.

She can talk him into going down an inflatable water slide…over and over and over again!

She can also talk him into going to the park at just about any hour.

She can talk him into riding bikes around the block, no matter how tired he is.

She can talk him into watching "Game Plan" or "Parent Trap" for the 100th time. (Notice the theme?)

She can talk him into letting her put ponies in what is left of his hair.

She can talk him into letting her cook scrambled eggs with him, even though she's allergic. (She'll wear gloves, Daddy!)

She can talk him making her popcorn at the drop of a hat!

She can talk him into playing with her, even when he's in a cast and can't walk!

But she'll also love on him.

She'll hug him and cuddle with him.

She'll rub his head when he has a headache.

She'll walk on his back when it hurts.

She'll go with him to the store anytime, and work with him in the yard.

The Drama Queen has a birthday party tomorrow. It's been a long day and I'm trying to get over this stomach bug. I realized about eight pm that we'd neglected to get a birthday gift. She responded that she'd find one of her special toys to give to her friend. I told her that was sweet, but I'd take her to go get a gift after I got the kids to bed. A few minutes later, she walked over to let me know that her Daddy was going to take her to get a gift.

Her friend doesn't realize how lucky she is. If I'd have taken her, it would have been a simpler, yet nice gift, with a simple purple gift bag and tissue. But Daddy took her. She came back with a gift bag full of cupcakes that came with stickers for decorating. She had a glitter card. She had star tissue paper. She even had a glittery bow to go with it! They also got a couple pretty cool gifts to go with it.

I didn't really think about the cost; I figure it was worth it, having that Daddy moment.

I think every Daddy needs a Daddy's Girl, don't you?