I'll admit it. When we did the ultrasound before my daughter was born and the doctor said, "it's a little girl," I went "Ohhhh..." I actually made that sound. Like I'd opened the wrong gift. There was a moment of calmness and everybody looked at me before the doctor said, "What was that all about?" and Dragon said, "What's Ohhh ' for?"
"Oh...ahemm...I was clearing my throat.."
I quickly turned to Dragon and said "Oh, look! a girl! a friend for you! Look at that!"
I was dissappointed then. Now, of course, I feel guilty in front of God. This girl is so much pleasure to me and she's so incredible. When my daughter and I are alone, she'll hug my leg and say, "I just love you so much, Daddy!" There's nothing like this in the world. When I told her it's weekend, and she gets this great look on her face and she goes "We have so much to do, Dad!"
There are some rules, however.
Swearing too much around the house is not permitted when there's a young child about. I've said stuff and then realised my daughter was listening. Even in general conversation, you got to be careful. You make a decision about and for the child and you forget they can hear you. They're not stupid. And then when you least expected it, they then become little myna birds and repeat what you said.
Recently, she went to the toilet and I overheard her scream..
"Oh shit. why this shit has to be so hard... shit shit oww..."
Holy shit!. that's exactly what I said yesterday when I did my business downstairs...
My daughter likes me to chase her - definitely a girl thing that stays with them until the day they finally allow some lucky guy to catch them. I'm teaching her early, though, to run real fast.
I drag her into my world whenever I can. She likes to go for rides with me. She loves going fast. She thinks my Gen2 is a Ferrari. That's probably not a bad thing. If I'm real lucky, it will probably save me some money when she wants a Ferrari for her sixteenth birthday.
No comments:
Post a Comment