Daddy’s Little Girl All Grown Up
June 1, 2010 at 7:32 am | Posted in Family Ties | 9 CommentsTags: daddy, daughter, family, father, father's day, poetry
They say girls have a special bond with their fathers. I’d be a big fat liar if I said that wasn’t true. I am the epitome of daddy’s little girl. Part of it probably has to do with this “special bond” theory, but another, larger part of it has to do with genetics. I am pretty obviously my father’s daughter. I can complete his sentences and he can mine. We handle our problems the same way; express our feelings in similar ways. Our minds have always been very connected. No matter how hard of a time we may have understanding my brother and my mother, we can always understand each other.
My father is an incredibly emotional man. Any triumph, no matter how large or small, and he gets choked up by tears by how proud he is of me. I am equally as proud of him. I’ve looked up to him all of my life. To this day, I cannot make a major decision without consulting him. Without his support, I would not have taken my first job because I was worried about the low salary; without his support, I would not have rented my first apartment because I was nervous about the high rent. Every time I have car trouble, he gets called first. With his support, I know I will always be safe. I rarely got in trouble when I was young because the look of disappointment on my father’s face was enough to thwart almost any misbehavior that I could have been considering.
Daddy’s little girl is certainly all grown up now. I pay my own bills, cook my own meals, take care of myself. But the bond between daughter and father remains just as strong, possibly stronger. There is no man who can top my father.
Here’s a poem I wrote for him when I first went away to college.
Watch Me, Daddy
Watch me, Daddy
As I twirl across the dance floor
Let the music take you on the ride
Watch me, Daddy
When I run to the door
I need to know what’s on the other side
Watch me, Daddy
As I run into your arms
Like in that movie, with the dancers
And lift me, Daddy
So I can fly with no harm
And still turn to you for all the answers
I watched you, Daddy
Run your heart out
Your spirit flying along side
I watched you, Daddy
And listened to you, held you
As you cried
So watch me, Daddy
When I drive away
And understand, Daddy
I’ll learn from my mistakes
And please, Daddy
Don’t cry when I say goodbye
I’ll be back, Daddy
To fly along your side
So watch me, Daddy
As I fly away
And remember, Daddy
My heart is here to stay
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its good to read about a good relationship with a father. growing up I wish i had that but I instead I am a mommy’s boy and love being one.
Comment by Matt— June 1, 2010 #
I’m a momma’s boy too, probably cause my dad’s a huge prick.
I wonder if all Matt’s are mommas boys.
Comment by Matt 2— June 1, 2010 #
you might be on to something! I could dive into this, but I might have to save this topic for another day!
Comment by danablair— June 1, 2010 #
My relationship with my father is kinda weird because he is a confidant but that father son bond is kinda missing. I don’t know what it is but it could stem from the strained relationship he has with my mother. That being said, as a father of a 1year old daughter, I am well aware of the magnitude of this bond. I am here to guide her and steer her away from the lunatics (boys) and empower her so she doesn’t have to depend on a guy for self worth. My bond with her is essential and I feel the closeness more and more each day.
Comment by Lance Johnson— June 4, 2010 #
You are just getting started! Just wait until she’s all grown up! You sound like a great Dad who’s in for a lot of trouble!
Comment by danablair— June 4, 2010 #
I already told her that she isn’t dating until she’s pushing thirty so I do have some time. Jokes aside, fatherhood is something you can’t afford to screw up, It seems like your dad did a good job, he should be proud.
Comment by Lance Johnson— June 4, 2010 #
haha i’d be lying if i didn’t say i wasn’t a daddy’s girl too (not daddy’s PRINCESS *barf*, but daddy’s girl). though it definitely took me… 23 years of my life to finally admit it
Comment by carochoe— June 19, 2011 #
I’d be curious to know if you are able to hold stable loving relationships now, and were you able to do that in your 20″s or did the love for your father surpass any love you ever felt for another man?
Thanks
Comment by Angela— February 12, 2012 #
I have had several stable, loving relationships. I would say that it’s because of my father that I believed that good men exist.
Comment by pushingthirtyy— February 12, 2012 #