2004-2005: “I would love nothing more than to be married to you!”
2006-2013: “I would love nothing more than for you to go to the gym.”
2004-2005: I love the smell of your cologne.”
2006-2013: “YOU STINK!”
2004-2005: “What do you want to talk about.”
2006-2013: “Isn’t there something heavy you could be lifting? I have shows to watch!”
Guys, don’t act like I am the only one.
On my road trip to and from Iowa with My Oldest, I found out:
She is a fierce competitor, but does not have as much self-confidence as she puts out.
She runs like the wind, but has the running form of Popeye.
She does whatever is in her power to impress me and is upset with herself when I am not happy (even if it is not about her).
She is very funny, but she sucks at telling jokes.
She is kind.
She has a non-chalant attitude, but cares about other’s opinions.
She screams for independence but wants me right by her side.
She is very book smart, yet very gullible.
She loses everything. Usually, it is right in front of her.
She is very tall for her age and has huge feet, which is why people are surprised when they discover her age.
With all of my deadlines for work and school, I had barely noticed how she is becoming her own person. This is happening way too quickly!
Buying an additional controller just so you can stay up late with your first born playing Sega Genesis trying to pass Streets of Rage.
Bonus: Finding your oldest up early to trying to beat said game on single-player mode. She’d been playing for 2 hours…
Wondering what the hell I’m laying on, only to find this note in my bed. Hmmm… it seems as though Heather did not get one. How unfortunate…
As my girls walked down the aisle together, I thought to myself, “Today, flower girls. Tomorrow brides.”
I will be an emotional mess that day (as if you did not know that already).
When you become a daddy of a daughter, you actually have a conversation with yourself. You think, “You know what? I am going to be close with my daughter. I am going to make sure that my daughter is strong and independent. Any time a boy challenges her to do something, she is going to step up and be better than expected. Any time she has to compete against a boy, she is going to beat him! I am going to make sure that she is turns into the best woman in the world.
Then, a few years later, when she can talk, you realize that this shit is hard.
It is pretty much a crap shoot what kind of female child you are going to end up with. And God is definitely a comedian. You could get the type of daughter that will be in awe of you – hanging on your every word as if you were this omniscient, omnipotent, and omnificent being; or, you could have the type of daughter that is strong and independent, but very, very (very) stubborn. Me, I was lucky enough to have one of each.
My first daughter and I were close. She is the side of me that is very athletic, popular with her peers, and knows how to play the game in order for her to come out smelling like a rose (She slept through the night at week four, for God’s sakes). As she grew older, I thought to myself, “These other parents must suck. They’re always talking about how hard it is to parent. The problem must obviously be them. I must be the best parent ever – I should write a book!
*It should be noted that when she turned 9 years old, somehow, she started to think that I was a complete, bumbling idiot. I don’t know what it is about that age, but shit definitely changed (Personally, I blame Teen Nick shows, Teen Disney shows, and hormones).
But just when I started looking for a publisher for my future best-selling, self-help parenting book, my second daughter was born. We were like oil and water. I am constantly trying to guide that girl to the best path for her future – and she has the nerve to fight me every step of the way! If I say, “look at that pretty yellow dress,” she would look directly at me with her thick furled eyebrows and exclaim, “The house is chartreuse, Dad.” Well, excuse the Hell out of me. Most little girls are learning their primary colors by singing the rainbow song, but not this one – oh, this one knows everything.
And this is how it has been since she was a baby.
A baby that refused to sleep through the night until she was two. Yes, her mother and I are still – years later – pretty bitter about that stage.
She is the side of me that does not take well to stupid rules. I am quoted in staff meetings for saying things like, “Well, if the policy is not getting the results you want, then it is a stupid policy.” So, I should not be surprised, nor upset, when she says to me, “Well, maybe it is not me, may it is a dumb rule, did you ever think of that!” But I am upset… because I am the parent… and because… well dammit, I say so.
She is also the side of me that is a social butterfly. Just not within her peer group.
“Oh, she is so funny…”
“She is soooo independent…”
“Look at that smile, come with me to get (some food or toy she does not deserve)”
My little girl hangs out and has conversations with women who are 30+ years old.
And they talk shit about me.
Well, shit. There goes my book deal.
Look, I understand. This may seem as though I am asking for help, but I am not.
I am crying. Crying for help. This shit is hard.