1 year, 6 months.
Getting to be a daddy to a little girl is something remarkable. For me, it has been a completely different experience in raising you at your young age, compared to your brother when he was a year and a half.
Not that raising one child is a better situation than the other; I’m not comparing the two of you in that way. But noticeably, you need me on a different level than your brother ever did at this age.
I guess there’s just no way around it- I can’t help but think of John Mayer’s song, “Daughters”, right now.
Especially when it comes to emotional and physical support, those lyrics about the importance of a father’s influence on his daughter are spot on:
Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and weight of her world
I see this on a daily basis. I see how you constantly strive for my confirmation, my affection, and my attention… even though I freely give you all those things.
On a selfish level, that makes me feel good. It serves as a reminder that in all the uncertainty I face, as a man whose role it is to convince my family that I can take care of them, that I am definitely needed and doing something right.
A few weekends ago at the farm and pumpkin patch, a chicken stuck its head out through the fence and unintentionally scared you.
Immediately, you grabbed one of my arms with both of yours; holding so tightly until the chicken pulled itself back through the fence.
Perhaps to some, that’s just a simple, forgettable moment.
But not for me. That’s a “Hold me, Daddy!” moment. That is worth gold to me.