A father’s bond
When we learned we were going to have a baby girl way back on June 2, 2009, my husband was worried. He grew up with a brother. He didn’t know anything about little girl’s toys or interests. I assured him that he’d be fine and learn as he went. He worried that he and his daughter wouldn’t have common interests. I told him that she’d be interested in whatever he was just because he was. After all, I love to fish, and I’m don’t think that would be true if it weren’t for my dad.
And then she was born. At first, she had no interests outside of crying, eating, sleeping and making dirty diapers. But, by the time she was 9 months old, she was much more interactive and he started playing with her. Now that she’s a toddler, their games have most definitely increased. She tells him what she wants. She runs away from him so he can chase her. He still makes her laugh more than anyone on the planet. He thinks to play with her and rough-house a bit with her in ways that I don’t think to do.
That’s the difference between moms and dads, I think. We moms are more nurturing and gentle while dads are more playful and relaxed. Kids need both.
I loved my husband for many years before our kiddo was born, but I love him more now. I love watching his relationship with Lexiana grow. I love watching her light up when she sees him come in the door from work. I love hearing her laugh as he tickles her and hearing her say, “Tickle! Again!” There’s something about seeing a grown man make a fool of himself just to get a 24-pound little girl to laugh that is endearing.
We may be a bit early into our child’s life, but already my husband is going well at keeping up with her interests. Last week, we headed to Target and bought her first Barbie doll she can play with because he knows how much she loves dolls. He looked for one who has limbs that can be posed because he knows she likes that most. He spent a few minutes releasing said doll from her packaging and then making sure to remove all small bits and pieces that could be a choking hazard before passing her over to the kiddo. He’s been looking for a Barbie doll brush ever since because she loves to comb her dolls’ hair.
At the same time, she is already sharing some of his interests. She can name quite a few superheroes: Spider-man, Iron Man, Hulk, Superman and Thor. She asks to watch some of his favorite cartoons with him like Scooby Doo. And she has fallen in love with her new pair of pink Croc-style shoes that look just like daddy’s black ones. We can’t put any other shoes on her without a meltdown right now. She insists on wearing them during any and all waking hours.
My daughter and her father have a bond. I am thankful for it. I want only the best for my child, and I know my husband is the best father she could have. He may not be perfect, but he does his best and gives his best to our family. So, he’s perfect for us. I can’t wait to see what the future will hold for their relationship. I’m sure they’ll each continue to teach the other things and find ways to bond that will last a lifetime — just as they should.
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