I’m sitting on the couch yesterday morning typing away on the laptop, much like I’m doing right now, when I hear this beautiful angelic voice call out “daddy” to my left. As I glanced over towards the stairs where she was standing, my 3 year old daughter was standing there smiling completely butt naked.
“Baby, why are you naked?”
“Because Dad I’m trying to put on my wedding dress!”
My heart stopped. Mainly because the realization hit that one day, without being naked of course, my daughter will be standing before me in a real wedding dress, getting ready to start a life and a family of her own.
Okay – enough of the mushy stuff.
My daughter doesn’t quite understand that girl’s can’t take off their clothes in front of boys, or anyone EVER as far as I’m concerned. For instance, my son takes his shirt off when he’s outside playing in the hose – she wants to know why she can’t take hers off. I take my shirt off in the pool, again she wants to know why she can’t take hers off, and I don’t really feel comfortable with trying to explain, if I even knew how, why. That’s just another one of the challenges that I face as a dad trying his best to raise a daughter. So my answer to her is simple: “They just can’t.”
Of course that doesn’t satisfy her – hell it doesn’t even satisfy me, but it’s all I got. Hey I’m learning everyday, but its hard to try to teach a girl that she has a different set of rules than her older brother that she idolizes. I absolutely love having two daughters, they have single-handedly changed my entire view of life and how I interact with people of all races/creeds/religions/gender and personal lifestyles.
Now back to the wedding part:
Dear future son-in-law,
I will absolutely destroy you if you ever disrespect my beautiful, can-do-no-wrong, angelic, Princess.
That is all.