They say that from the instant he lays eyes on her, a father adores his daughter. Whoever she grows up to be, she is always to him that little girl in pigtails. She makes him feel like Christmas. In exchange, he makes a secret promise not to see the awkwardness of her teenage years, the mistakes she makes or the secrets she keeps. ~ Anonymous
I never realised all those clichés about Daddys and their little girls were actually true to a large extent. But, at least in our case, they are.
When I found out I was having a little girl, I was secretly thrilled. I already had the most beautiful baby boy I could have ever hoped for, but oh!, to have a girl was something I’d always dreamt of. Julian, on the other hand, always wanted boys. He wanted to teach them how to play rugby and cricket, and surf like he did. I don’t think he ever really cared if he had a girl or not.
And then Charlyse was born. A blonde, blue-eyed beauty, and she was everything her Daddy never realised he wanted.
For the first year or so, Charlyse didn’t much like Julian. She wanted me to do everything, and if Jules even tried to give her a cuddle she would scream and run away. Poor Julian, his heart broke every time she rejected him. I could see the look of pure dejection on his face when she’d run away.
“She will eventually come around, just give her some time. But don’t stop trying”, I’d say.
I’d seen this sort of situation with other little girls and their dads, and I knew that most times the girls would do a complete 18o degrees and become Daddy’s princess. I held out hope in this being the case.
One day, they were all playing around and Julian did something funny, and it made Charlyse laugh and laugh and laugh. And so he kept making her laugh, and started referring to himself as “funny Daddy”. And that’s what she started calling him – Funny Daddy. Julian thought, if he could make her laugh, she would love him.
And it worked. Bit by bit, she started growing closer to him, letting him hold her hand or give her cuddles. Bit by bit, she started doing that 180 degree turn. It took a little while, but eventually she was a Daddy’s Girl.
She loves him, in fact she adores him. Whenever she does something, I see her glance over at her father looking for his approval. And he always gives it, because he knows how hard it was to get to this point and he is never ever going to jeopardise that.
And yes, she now has her Daddy wrapped around her little finger. Just the way he never realised he always wanted to be.
She is his princess, and he is her prince.
And they will all live happily ever after.