This week’s featured blogger is one of the sweetest people I’ve met in the blogosphere. She’s so easy to relate to and I know you are going to love her. Meet Kristen from The Preppy Girl in Pink.
Daddy’s Little Girl
I am one of those “Oh, I thought we were done having babies.” babies. My brothers are nine and six years older than I am. My parents thought they were “done”. My mom actually went to the doctor because she thought she couldn’t get over a stomach virus. When she told my dad that she was pregnant, my dad told her that it was going to be a girl this time. He was obviously right and he was very happy about it too!
It’s not that he didn’t love having my brothers but having that little girl who adores you is something special. I know I can see it with my own husband and our two girls. I knew back then and I know now that my dad will always be there when I need him. I didn’t learn it through words though…
My dad is not the emotional type. I honestly can’t tell you a time that I remember him reaching out to hug me or a time he didn’t shy away when I’ve reached out to hug him. I can’t put his voice to memory saying the words, “I love you” to me. I’m not saying this hasn’t happened. It may have happened when I was very small but I can’t remember it if he did.
My dad is one who shows it in small actions…
He showed me by bringing me a bowl of ice cream as a treat. He showed me by taking me to the top of the Hyatt in Baltimore and letting me order a shirley temple when I was a little girl as we looked out over the harbor. He showed me by telling my mom to stop complaining about the huge chunk of hair I had just cut (I was around 7 years old) and told her that it would grow back. He showed me by talking my mom into allowing me to have a poster of Michael Jackson on the back of my bedroom door when she said that no posters were allowed. He showed me by watching The Goonies over and over with me every time it aired on TV.
He showed me by getting up and speaking about how happy he was that I was marrying Chris and why at our rehearsal dinner. He showed me by pacing outside of my delivery room when I was giving birth to Ash (with lots of complications) so much that the nurses had to ask him to sit down because he was making the whole floor nervous. He showed me by bringing me a cold Dr. Pepper and a Snickers bar (two of my favorite things) to me as soon as he was allowed in the birthing room. He showed me by rushing from work as soon as possible when I had delivered Bean too early.
He shows me by calling me on my birthday at the exact time I was born to wish me a happy birthday. He shows me in how he still comes to my house with a random box of Drake’s Devil Dogs (another one of my favorites). He shows me in how he is there in a heartbeat if something goes wrong with the car or house and Chris can’t get home or is out of town. He shows me by coming to most of the million sports, school and church activities that my girls participate in. He shows me by playing with my girls. He shows me by sending me emails that say to kiss my girls because of tornadoes that rip towns and families apart. He shows me by calling my girls their nicknames and letting them sit on his lap. He shows me by telling my girls that he loves them.
I know in my heart that my dad loves me by all of those things above and so many more. Sometimes though, the little girl in me would love to hear those words spoken…to know what his voice sounds like directing those words toward me. Yes, I’m an adult and I could tell him what I want but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t take it if even after I told him that he still couldn’t get those words to come out of his mouth.
I’m not sure why as I grew up those words became so hard for him to say to me. I only know that I would love to hear them again some day…even just once…because just like one of those tornadoes that he emailed me about, we don’t know what is in front of us and if something were to ever happen to either one of us it would be something that I would always miss out on.
Those three, simple words that can be so hard for so many to say would mean the world to me.