Sunday
Jun152008
Daddy, I cried because I love you
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Daddy, this morning I cried.
When you said that you were going out mountain biking I cried. I wanted to go with you. It didn't matter that Mommy was going to take me to Touch a Truck to see trucks and construction vehicles and buses while you went biking. It didn't matter that you were going to go biking with me in the afternoon. I wanted to go biking with you this morning so I cried. I cried before you left. I cried after you left. And I asked Mommy 100 times this morning when you were finally coming.
But, I didn't cry to manipulate you. I didn't cry to make you feel guilty. I didn't cry to make you sad. Daddy, I cried because I love you.
Over the years you've done so much for me Daddy. You've fed me. You've played with me. You've comforted me. You've taught me. You've wiped my bum. I haven't always shown you how much I appreciate that. I've pushed you away and said that I want Mommy instead. I want Mommy to bring me to bed. I want to hold Mommy's hand. I want Mommy to feed me. I want Mommy to sit next to me. I want Mommy to get me dressed. I know that sometimes it seemed like they never cut the umbilical cord.
But I'm growing up Daddy. And that means that your role is changing. You are no longer second fiddle. You are my role model and you are my friend. I hang on every word you speak. I take my cues on how to act and how to treat people from you. I think you are the funnest person around and I want to hang out with you all the time. Daddy, it is your opportunity to make a huge impact on my life and the person that I will become.
Daddy, I finally realized that I love you so much that it hurts. And so I cried....
When you said that you were going out mountain biking I cried. I wanted to go with you. It didn't matter that Mommy was going to take me to Touch a Truck to see trucks and construction vehicles and buses while you went biking. It didn't matter that you were going to go biking with me in the afternoon. I wanted to go biking with you this morning so I cried. I cried before you left. I cried after you left. And I asked Mommy 100 times this morning when you were finally coming.
But, I didn't cry to manipulate you. I didn't cry to make you feel guilty. I didn't cry to make you sad. Daddy, I cried because I love you.
Over the years you've done so much for me Daddy. You've fed me. You've played with me. You've comforted me. You've taught me. You've wiped my bum. I haven't always shown you how much I appreciate that. I've pushed you away and said that I want Mommy instead. I want Mommy to bring me to bed. I want to hold Mommy's hand. I want Mommy to feed me. I want Mommy to sit next to me. I want Mommy to get me dressed. I know that sometimes it seemed like they never cut the umbilical cord.
But I'm growing up Daddy. And that means that your role is changing. You are no longer second fiddle. You are my role model and you are my friend. I hang on every word you speak. I take my cues on how to act and how to treat people from you. I think you are the funnest person around and I want to hang out with you all the time. Daddy, it is your opportunity to make a huge impact on my life and the person that I will become.
Daddy, I finally realized that I love you so much that it hurts. And so I cried....
Reader Comments (9)
Don't cry, you be good. Your Daddy loves you so much. :)
Oh my goodness that was so beautiful! Thankyou for putting it out into the world!
Fiona
This is just beautiful and perfect. Great choice.
It's true, Daddies have it tough in the beginning. It's a testament to good fathers and their special brand of loving that they are able to love these little creatures who push them away.
Sweet post.
oh my, sad and beautiful at the same time. We are doing our best to incorporate daddy in everything mommy and baby girl do so that we create the daddy little girl bond as much as possible. He can't take breastfeeding away from me, but I can give him all the dirty diapers to change haha.
Love reading your blog!
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I think it must be very, very hard for daddies to be patient those first months when it's all about mama (and mama's breasts!). My husband really struggled with feeling connected to our girls when they were tiny. Now that they are a toddler and a preschooler, he LOVES walking in the door every day, and he has a special bond with each of them. Thanks for this post--I can't wait to share it with him!
It brought tears to my eyes as this is exactly how my 30 month old is acting at this moment.
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