An unknown author said, A daughter is a gift of love. The author could have been almost any father. As corny as it may sound I think vast majority of dad’s will tell you their little girl is special.
Maybe that’s why daughters do actually have their dad’s wrapped around their dainty little pinkies. Batter the eyelashes, make with the doe-eyes and croon, ‘oh daadddyyy,’ and it’s all over. There’s no mystery to it, they do it because they can. I think it’s as irrefutable, and as beautiful, as that.
I’m not sure why it is but a relationship between a father and daughter, mother and son are different. Not that a father loves a son any less but the dynamics are different. Or is that too obvious?
Perhaps it goes way back to when it all began; as long as men and women have existed, men have been, generally speaking, protective of their women. Perhaps it’s more complex than that, perhaps it isn’t. Or possibly the Irish have it right, A son is a son until he takes him a wife. A daughter is a daughter all of her life.
There is another interesting aspect to the child–parent aspect of life. It is my, albeit based on my personal, anecdotal evidence, observation that a firstborn daughter takes after her father.
When I say that, I don’t mean firstborn daughters are not their own people, living their own unique lives, I mean they share many of father’s traits. In many instances the similarities are uncanny.
As I say that observation is my own, so dear reader, do a little observing of your own; see what you come up with.
And here’s a commonality fathers share when it comes to their daughters, expressed perfectly by Jim Bishop, Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.
Sorry boys, no hard feelings, but one day you might know what that means also.