She's not Daddy's Little Girl Anymore.

This morning my wife and my daughter left for a cruise. The old man had to stay behind and work.

My daughter hugged and kissed me at 4:30 in the morning, as they left the house. I had given her the money to go on this cruise. My daughter and I had been at odds for a while. This was a bribe, pure and simple. I love that little girl more than she will ever know. Even if she is 23 years old, she is still my little girl, and she will always be my little girl. She is the youngest of our family and she is the most precious, please don't tell that to my son's, they didn't like her to begin with. I tried to explain that girls needed more attention and a little more caring. They, the boys, got the message and they spoiled the little girl.

As much as I love her she does piss me off now and again.The perfect daughter would do exactly as daddy says. But then, she wouldn't be the perfect daughter would she?

I cannot make this child's life for her, no more than I can hang the moon. I have to bitch, gripe and sulk until she get's the point, I guess. But, I love her.

Fathers and daughters are as close together and as far apart as the stars in this universe, and I'm just discovering that fact. I never even wanted a daughter, but all of a sudden I had one. Then I had to think like a father of a daughter. I had to protect her, I had love her, I had to teach her, I had to hold her, and cherish her. I had to be her father, and I knew that was going to be hard. Probably the hardest thing I had ever done in my life, but I had to do it. From the first minute I saw her, I was in love. She was so perfect, so wonderful. I had 2 sons, I didn't need a little girl, but there she was, and she captured my heart.

I told a kid one time that if he ever hurt my little girl again that I would tear off his head, and s%^t down his neck. His father came over and shook my hand.

I did all I could and now she has the rest of the job to do. She has a wonderful fiance, and I strongly approve of her choice (the boy reminds me of me, at that age).

Answer me this: Why do fathers love daughters more than they love sons? I thought I loved all of them the same, but it turns out that there is something.....different.

Why do fathers love daughters more than they love sons? =

I don't think it's a case of loving daughters more, it's that you can love sons and daughters equally but differently.

Maybe that difference is because you worry more about daughters, particularly when they start dating. You just know there are all these evil mean males out there that are probably just dying to take advantage of your beautiful baby princess, just like you were dying to when you were that age.:)

I'm sure you can't tell that I have a beautiful young daughter that has just starting dating.:))

Musical: Carousel
Song: Soliloquy

Billy
I wonder what he'll think of me
I guess he'll call me the "old man"
I guess he'll think I can lick
Ev'ry other feller's father
Well, I can!
I bet that he'll turn out to be
The spittin' image of his dad
But he'll have more common sense
Than his puddin-headed father ever had
I'll teach him to wrestle
And dive through a wave
When we go in the mornin's for our swim
His mother can teach him
The way to behave
But she won't make a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill!

Bill... My boy Bill
I will see that he is named after me, I will.
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough as a tree, will Bill!
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss or toss him around!
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully
Will boss him around.

I don't give a hang what he does
As long as he does what he likes!
He can sit on his tail
Or work on a rail
With a hammer, hammering spikes!
He can ferry a boat on a river
Or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down
The streets of a town
With a whip and a horse and a hack.

He can haul a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
Of course it takes talent to do that well.

Aha-ha-ha-ha!
He might be a champ of the heavyweights,
Or a feller that sells you glue,
Or President of the United States,
That'd be all right, too
His mother would like that
But he wouldn't be President if he didn't wanna be!
Not Bill!

My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss him or toss him around!
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced,
Pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully
Will boss him around.

And I'm hanged if he'll marry his boss' daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck
And call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a lorgnette...

Hey, why am I talkin' on like this?
My kid ain't even been born, yet!
I can see him when he's seventeen or so,
And startin' to go with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers, very sound
On the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him ...
Wait a minute!
Could it be?
What the hell!
What if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money!
You can have fun with a son
But you gotta be a father to a girl
She mightn't be so bad at that
A kid with ribbons in her hair!
A kind o' sweett and petite
Little tin-type of her mother!
What a pair!

My little girl
Pink and white
As peaches and cream is she
My little girl
Is half again as bright
As girls are meant to be!
Dozens of boys pursue her
Many a likely lad does what he can to woo her
From her faithful dad
She has a few
Pink and white young fellers of two or three
But my little girl
Gets hungry ev'ry night and she comes home to me!

I-I got to get ready before she comes!
I got to make certain that she
Won't be dragged up in slums
With a lot o' bums like me
She's got to be sheltered
In a fair hand dressed
In the best that money can buy!
I never knew how to get money,
But, I'll try, I'll try! I'll try!
I'll go out and make it or steal it
Or take it or die!

My two daughters are 27 an 29. My son is 33. My wife has always had a better relationship with my son. I have had a better relationship with the girls. Perhaps it boils down to the basic fact that as a female, she was "wise" to the ways that the girls behaved as they were growing up. As a male, I was able to tune in to the schemes of our son. Result= Potential areas of conflict that the opposite gender parent was "blind" to see.
All three kids are in careers they enjoy. Middle daughter married a wonderful young man last March and will be delivering our first grandSON in April.
Now... the theory above works opposite with grandchildren. Grandsons bond well with grandfathers. Granddaughters are the delight of grandmothers. Perhaps it is the wisdom that WE, as adults finally attain in our graying years.
I can't wait!

Thank for the lyrics to that song. Frank Sinatra sang it well, and the night my daughter was born I went home and listened to it, and cried like a baby. I had worked through a 40 hour weekend shift as a resident. I was shot, but that little face made me whole. The first thing she did was grab my finger with her little hand, and she was not going to let go. I remember that like it was yesterday.

I love it when she calls me daddy, it makes my day. When she calls me dad she needs something, but that's alright too. She called me Tim once, and I told her never to do that again. She was 15 at the time. Mostly, she calls me daddy. I don't know what I'll do if I ever have to give her away. Keep a stiff upper lip and try not to bawl like a child I suppose. I know it's coming and it is going to be hard. She's like her mother, she's little, but fiesty. She's going to marry this guy and break her daddy's heart. Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. I couldn't have chosen a better man for her, but DAMMIT that's my little girl, and I am going to miss her.

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