||[Sep. 3rd, 2003|10:58 pm]
Prior to becoming the all-powerful Daddyhotep, I had a hard time relating when my frineds who had kids told me about the latest milestones acheived, no matter how small. But now I find myself doing the same thing. I understand now the motivation. It isn't that I don't have anything else to talk about...hey, I'm a recently-laid-off-struggling-new-consultant-with-a-family-and-a-way-too-big-mortgage... I've got PLENTY to talk about. The thing is this: I am Daddy. I never in my life ever knew the power of that name. |
This evening, B. and I went for a walk. As we were walking, she would pick up real or imaginary things from the sidewalk and hand them to me, for which kindness I dutifully responded, "Thank you, B." This is something that has happened before. Tonight, however, something new happened. I said "Thank you, B."...and she said in response "Wocum, Daddy."
I wanted to cry, I was so proud. I want to cry now just thinking about it. She is growing so fast. Learning so much. Everyday there is a new thing she does that amazes. Yes, she is sometimes annoying (will she EVER stop putting the cats' food in the water dish?), but she my daughter. And I am her Daddy. And I love her more than I ever thought possible. And I am so proud of her that I need to tell everyone I know. Now I know what my friends were doing. So...please, don't hold it against me, or anyone who has a child if they talk about them all the time. It can't be helped. If we don't, we will explode.