Every kid has a different type of relationship with everyone in their life. Their teachers, friends, mom, dad, aunts, uncles, grandparents, everyone. It’s a beautiful thing to watch. They love everyone differently and have such a different relationship with each of them. The relationship between father and daughter is something extra special. A bond that can’t be broken. A love that is unmatched. A daughter can take the manliest of men and turn them into a big teddy bear. That’s exactly what happened with my husband.
My daughters birth wasn’t the easiest. There was an uncertainty of whether or not she was okay. From the moment she was born my husband followed her. Looking over her nervously popping his knuckles waiting for that first breath. Holding her constantly until she needed fed. That day something in my husband changed. The rough and tough edges of him became softer, kinder. He had a daughter now. His life would never be the same. A bond formed between them immediately that can never be broken.
They napped together, laughed together, and spent every moment they could together. He shared his food with her, hugged her, and kissed her boo boos. He brushed her hair and got down on the floor to play with toys. Of course he did those things with our son too, but something was different. My husband was happy, terrified, and would do anything to protect her. I’m not even sure how to explain it. Something in him just changed. It was something you had to see to believe.
Even now he’s the sweetest to her. Always rubbing her feet when they hurt. Rubbing her back when she has trouble sleeping. Giving her extra hugs when she had a rough day. Making her favorite foods for dinner. Getting her snacks when he stops at the store. Being genuinely excited to see her when he gets home from work. Helping her with homework. Asking her about her day. Never forgetting hugs and kisses before bed. Holding her and giving her pep talks whenever she’s sad. Everything a dad should do and so much more. He always goes above and beyond for her.
Even the way he talks to her blows my mind. Always telling her she looks pretty. Always telling her how smart she is. Always reassuring her strength in all areas of life. Always telling her she’s the reason he can’t wait to get home after work. Always calling her honey bun, sweetie, or sweetheart. Always helping her see her worth and do her best through affirmations. Always helping calm her mind when she’s scared. Always letting her know there’s nothing she can’t do. There’s a glow about her when he tells her these things. Even though I say them too, when he says it, they mean so much more to her.
Their relationship use to make me sick. He’s always been the sweetest to her and said the nicest things. Truth is, I envy their relationship. He doesn’t say nice things like that to me, but it doesn’t matter. The bigger picture here is the expectation he’s setting for a future boyfriend or husband. The expectation of how she should be treated. The expectation of how she deserves to be treated. She deserves to be loved and supported with everything they can give her. She deserves to know her worth and always hold it to the highest standard. All that starts at home with the man that loved her first, her father.