Dads and Daughters
My dad and I are very much alike. We have similar mannerisms, we look like twins, we are both uber-dorks. Growing up, my dad was (as clichéd as it sounds) my hero. He was and still is the smartest person I’ve ever met, and I feel so lucky to have his genes in my body. He is not necessarily a person who will spew on about how much he loves me and how wonderful of a person I am, but I can always tell he’s proud of me and what I’ve done with my life. Even when I’ve made mistakes, and lord, I’ve made quite a few, I always knew he would forgive me and help me move on. My dad is a rock, in the most literal sense of the word, and I wouldn’t be the person I am without him.
When I think about my relationship with my dad, my mind immediately goes to Lu and Trent. I know that no matter what I do, at some point in our lives Lu will despise the thought of me. That’s just how girls are. And she will probably always think of her dad as her own personal superhero. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I hope she always sees him in the driveway and starts yelling, “Daddy! Daddy!†I hope she will always laugh manically when he chases her around the house. I hope they always read books before bedtime and have breakfast together. Because regardless of my relationship with Lu or my relationship with Trent, their relationship should always be strong. Because that’s what superheroes do.
Oh, this is lovely. I am lucky to have a dad like that as well. This is a great tribute to him!
I’m lucky to have a very close relationship with my mom, likely because my dad was not so great at parenting. I think it sometimes makes it hard for me to remember that, since I was smart (and lucky) enough to marry a man who makes an excellent father, my girls will go through phases (and likely those phases will be most of their lives) where they will prefer him. But I’m so thankful that they’ll have that experience.