Since today is Father’s Day, it feels an appropriate day to bring this post back. It is written to the Dads with daughters, because that is the perspective I know having grown up with a sister, and having had a daughter myself.
It all still applies today, with the difference being that today we celebrate without my Grandfather. He may not be on this plane any longer, but it doesn’t make him any less of an influential person in my life.
To the Dad’s, Grandfathers, Step-Dad’s, Dads-in-law, and all Father figures today – Happy Father’s Day!
To all the Dads of little girls. You know who you are. You may not always be the enforcer, or the rule-maker. You may not always be the one who keeps track of when the kids need a bath, or when their last poop was. You definitely don’t like to change those poopy diapers if you can get away with passing them along (I mean, who can blame you? I try to pass them off on someone else, too!). Yes, sometimes the easiest default answer is, and always will be “go ask your mother”. That’s how it was when I was growing up.
And as those daughters get older, there will always be those topics that you are uncomfortable with. Their first period, (“Dad, can you go buy me some tampons?” – Oh my poor father…) Sex. Boyfriends. Body image issues. The first time they want to wear a bikini…
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