What Daddy's Do


Today's post will be about my relationship with my Dad.

There is something about the relationship between a Father and a Daughter that is so very special.

As a child, I remember regularly turning off the television and saying to my Daddy, "Alright! It's time to TALK now!" My Dad would, of course, be watching the weather channel, needing to plan his next route, (as an auto carrier), and I would make all of his planning come to a screeching halt just because I needed to TALK.

Those of you who know me, know that I still need to TALK sometimes. =) (smile)

My Dad graciously allowed me to turn the television off and he humored me for a while with what I thought and still think was meaningful conversation.

That's what Daddy's do - they make time for their little girls.

I remember walking out to my Dad while he was working, and handing him a baseball, then putting my brother's baseball glove on my hand while telling my Dad it was time to play catch. For some reason, looking back now, I thought the whole world revolved around what I wanted to do. It's interesting...thinking about situations like these and KNOWING that my Dad made ME a big part of HIS world.

That's what Daddy's do - They take time for their little girls.

I feel so loved today, and I believe my confidence comes from the love of my Father - he always pushed me to be the best. I knew I could do anything, when my Dad believed in me.

My mind goes back to sleepless nights as a child. I would run into my Mom and Dad's bedroom crying, afraid of the monster under my bed (or something silly like that). I would always go to my Dad's side of the bed and wake him up to tell him that I was afraid. He would say, "What did Jesus tell us? He said, "Fear not for I am with you always." He assured me that I was okay because Jesus was watching over me and keeping me safe.

That's what Daddy's do - They help their little girls feel safe.

If you are reading today's post and wondering what makes a Good Dad - here are a few resources that may help.

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