Daddy’s Little Girl

Daddy's Little Girl

Hello to all,

A couple of weeks ago, I blogged about being a Girl Dad. There is a particular anxiety that comes with being the only testosterone in a sea of estrogen. I live with my wife, my mother-in-law, and my daughter. If that is not enough, even our dog is female.

I mentioned DADD, Dads Against Daughters Dating. This informal group of fathers came up with dating rules, and there is even an application form for the suitor to fill out. These tongue-in-cheek rules are nothing more than wishful thinking to protect Daddy’s Little Girl. I posted them in the house one day, but had to take them down because I was afraid my teenage daughter’s eyes would roll out of her head every time she saw them.

You may ask, Why are fathers so protective of their daughters? The answer dawned on me when a picture of my daughter sleeping peacefully on my chest in my recliner came up in my memories. My daughter may marry, have kids of her own, become a CEO of a Fortune 500 company, or even run for POTUS, and my chest will swell with great happiness for her. Yet, there is a part of her that will always be Daddy’s Little Girl sleeping on my chest after being baptized.

The memories of her being helpless, requiring my complete protection, stay with me after many years of raising her. My mind sees her as a competent adult able to fend for herself, but a part of my heart still feels her sleeping on my chest. It can still hear the gentle purring of her breath as she trusts her daddy to take care of her.

Wherever the future takes my daughter, there will always be a spot in my heart for Daddy’s Little Girl.   

Grace to all,

Danny Mac