A Brisbane Catholic mum reflects on 25 things little girls wish their daddies knew.
I HAVE been reading these 25 points and I am stuck.
This list doesn’t represent my father. I didn’t have this beautiful relationship throughout my childhood. In many ways I experienced the opposite.
Regardless of my inexperience in daddy-daughter relationships, I am blessed to be married to a man who not only knows the value and importance of the relationship he shares with his daughters, he also appreciates the benefit of openly expressing his love for me.
We have been blessed with two girls and two boys.
We automatically and purposefully take responsibility of the opposite sex at particular times of the day. For example reading time is daddy-daughter time, before school breakfast is daddy-daughter time, birthdays involve a special daddy-daughter date.
Last year the birthday daddy-daughter date ended in hospital when daddy being daddy leapt over a chain rope and got his leg caught and fell while holding his daughter.
She ended up with a big egg on her head and missed out on her birthday cupcake.
This story will live on forever, not because of the bump on her head, but because daddy hurt himself protecting his daughter and when they ended up at the emergency department it wasn’t the daughter that the doctors were giving their attention to it was her daddy.
“I’m alright, but I have hurt my daughter – is her head okay?” he said.
Meanwhile his shoulder ached and the blood flowed from his knees and the tears rolled down his cheek.
Tears flowed when his daughters were born.
His heart grew exponentially, he loved me more and he loved his growing family.
He secretly, well not so secretly now, prays to be blessed with another precious girl.
We’ll leave that to our Father in Heaven, He always wants what is best for his daughters and his sons.
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