Posted on 02/03/2007 1:03:40 PM PST by timydnuc
My husband thinks that God gave him three daughters as punishment for his youth...Now he has to protect them from boys that remind him of himself! :-)
Mine is 19 now...my heart aches when I think of all the fights we had as she grew up through her teen years.
Thank God she's grown into a wonderful person, the stubborn from me and the compassion from her mother.
She's a good woman now, away at University and I miss her every day.
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.:))
Good answer.
Hmmmm.
Maybe because in these weird times of total, absolute feminization of just about everything everywhere?
...you've been conditioned.
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!
I have asked myself the same question. I have one of each, and my daughter is still "Daddy's little girl."
Yup. My intentions back then were bad to the bone.
Yup. My intentions back then were bad to the bone.
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!
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.
Bingo...you're the first freeper to hit the nail on the head.
I remember when my brother in law asked my father if he could marry my sister. He welcomed him into the family but did tell him, if he ever did anything to hurt her, he would answer to him.
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