My daughter is twelve going on eighteen. Her friends are eveything to her right now, and boys are "soooo cute". She spends most of her time away from home and she rolls her eyes continuously.
One minute she is happy and giggling one the phone,in the next...I am the most horrible father in the whole wide world.
Tonight, she came down the stairs as I sat in interweb world. Father, she bashfuly asked. Will you hold me?...I'm afraid?
What are you afraid of I asked her? "I don't know" was her reply.
(the look in her eyes was enough...did the reason matter?)
I took her upstairs and tickled her back as she lay in my arms. (it's made her fall asleep since she was a tiny babe.) She squeezed me tight and said "daddy you're the best papa in the whole wide world"
All of the grief that she gives me, all of the condescending asses that I deal with on a daily basis, all of the arse kissing and politics of the work place, melted away in that minute.
Being a parent is a overwhelming,wondrous, and magnificent experience. Remember, life is beautiful. Don't let the naysayers tell you any different.
Peace bd
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