Just today, I was commenting to my brother about the differences I have felt between raising my two boys and daughter. I was sharing how with my boys, I had a sense of pride, a boastful. chest-sticking out kind of beaming. I have always enjoyed both of my boys... Watching them grow, dressing them in little work boots with jeans and a flannel shirt - accentuating the "man factor" as they grew. I was not at all prepared for the complete change of emotion with my little girl. I still thoroughly enjoy her. I enjoy the endless attention she receives as we go anywhere there are people. I enjoy getting her dressed up in a cute little outfit with her hair pulled up into those two little "spouts" as I've learned they're called... But there is something else. A new added factor that has taken me off to a land unknown... Those who know me are aware of my "quirks" my many idiosyncrasies and phobias which I hold near and dear to my heart. I hold close to my oddities which have set me apart from so many and given many people fodder to be entertained at my expense for many years now.
I have discovered lately, that my sweet, beautiful little girl has worked right passed my defenses, has trumped my "quirks" and not given me the option to fight against it. I have discovered that there are worlds... an endless universe... which resides in the eyes of that little girl. I am taken to a place in which my world is turned around, absorbed into a state opposite to that which I have clung to and formed over the years leaving me vulnerable to whatever she needs me to be. It's like being hypnotized. Then, after the hypnotist claps his hands, people talk about what you've done but you can't remember doing it. My wife teases me as she catches me in the little moments when I'm hypnotized into doing something out of character, but then tells me how good it is too, reflecting on all of the things which her father did when she was young. I only hope that this bewitching little girl of whom I am so smitten, can someday reflect on on the goofy, silly things that her Daddy did when she was younger and know, that it was all for her....
I have discovered lately, that my sweet, beautiful little girl has worked right passed my defenses, has trumped my "quirks" and not given me the option to fight against it. I have discovered that there are worlds... an endless universe... which resides in the eyes of that little girl. I am taken to a place in which my world is turned around, absorbed into a state opposite to that which I have clung to and formed over the years leaving me vulnerable to whatever she needs me to be. It's like being hypnotized. Then, after the hypnotist claps his hands, people talk about what you've done but you can't remember doing it. My wife teases me as she catches me in the little moments when I'm hypnotized into doing something out of character, but then tells me how good it is too, reflecting on all of the things which her father did when she was young. I only hope that this bewitching little girl of whom I am so smitten, can someday reflect on on the goofy, silly things that her Daddy did when she was younger and know, that it was all for her....
