I mean – hello –what’s with people? Can’t you ever wake up to the possibility that a daughter can be her mother’s pet? Does it always have to be “oh she is a papa’s girl”? I know many real-life cases of mama’s girl & papa’s boy. Yet, why are people hell bent on the infuriating cliché – daddy’s girl? It’s easy to retort, “But why do you even care about what people say? They don’t know you”. Yeah right, exactly. They don’t know me. THAT is why.
They don’t know the countless days & nights &, all the minutes in between, spent caring for a child - right from the 1st moment of her inception in your womb to Today. All those waking hours, the many sleepless nights, the infant’s dirty diapers, the toddler’s tantrums driving you nuts, the baby’s constant demand for attention, the no time whatsoever for oneself, the endless feeding & cleaning, the toilet training, the patient hours spent teaching the toddler to turn, see, walk, sleep, talk, listen, obey!
How many of these things have really been ‘shared’ by the man? He should be doing these for his “daddy’s girl” on his own but doing them without being told would be asking for too much from a man. An occasional hour or two of, “I’ll take care of the baby, you go take bath (coz you stink like a skunk with a disease!)” or “I’ll feed the baby, you go eat (or you’ll drop dead any minute now!)” doesn’t count as raising a child. It’s lip-service. And to think that this lip-service warrants the exultations from the neighbors who go weak in the knees & exclaim, “Oh she looks just like her daddy” or “She’s so smart like her father”. Aaarrrrgggghhhh.