If I say it three times while clicking my heels together, will it come true?  ‘I want to be a kid again… I want to be a kid again… I want to be a kid again!‘  Well, that didn’t work very well.  Have you ever thought that it would be nice to go back to being a kid again?  No real responsibility.  No serious relationships.  No need to worry about money.  To go back to a time where it was easier to deal with skinned knees and band-aids rather than real life.  As I have gotten older, life has really changed… go figure!  I know!!  That probably has to be the most profound statement you’ve read all day, right? Okay, all kidding aside, it’s the truth!

When I was growing up, I admit that I was Daddy’s little girl.  It was myself and my two brothers, who, if I think about it probably gave both my parents more grey hair than I did!  When I think about my Dad, it rings so true when I hear people say, ‘A Dad is a son’s first hero and a daughter’s first love’.  As a little girl, he was always there to fix things that needed fixing… pick me up when I fell… and the reality is maybe it went a little longer than me just being a little girl. I’m still Daddy’s little girl. Though now, like so many of my friends, life has changed. I am now in a position where I am watching my parents get older. That role reversal that takes place where parents are aging and then themselves need more assistance is a transition that I have to admit, I am having a bit of a hard time with.

I think back…

My Dad was a sports-guy when he was younger.  He still is today, but today, he prefers the ‘watching’ end of it rather than the ‘participating’.  My Dad was the one who taught me how to throw a baseball… how to swing a bat… which led to many, many years of both house league and competitive baseball. The bruises, the road-rash and even the sprained ankles… it was all worth it as I know not only did I have a lot of fun, but I know he was proud of me.

My Dad and I used to sail together as well, which led to weekly races at our local yacht club.  Every Sunday we would sail against some truly amazing individuals – a small group of fanatics, like us, that made competing a part of their lives too. I have very fond memories of my time on the water (and yes, sometimes in the water depending on the weather) with my Dad.  We still laugh about some of the stories today.  He takes every opportunity that he can to remind me of the times that I would just about jump overboard because of a spider that magically appeared on board with us.  I miss those days!!

I think of one of the most special things I have shared with my Dad… the Father/Daughter dance at my wedding… oh so many years ago now.  A moment I will never forget.  Outside of the birth of my son, there would be nothing more special than that day.  Our wedding was a little untraditional.  After months of stressful planning, we decided it should be more about fun than anything else.  As I look back at our wedding pictures and think about the fun that we did have – the pictures where the guys in their tuxedos donned fedoras and grabbed Tommy guns – who ever said a wedding needed to be ‘formal’!  My Mom maybe wasn’t the most impressed, but… Even I, once the ceremony was over, changed into white hightops with lace shoelaces!  You couldn’t see them anyways and it was a whole lot more comfortable by the end of the day!  But, the dance with my father, him all dressed up in a tuxedo, looking handsome… dancing with him to the song ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’… it brings a tear to my eye as I think about it today…

Many walks, talks, laughs, tears and wonderful memories.  I look forward to many more, but they will just have to be a little bit different.  I can honestly say that even though I have a couple of wonderful male figures in my life… and I love them with all my heart… there really is no-one that can ever take the place that my Dad has in my heart.

I love you Dad…

Always,

Your Little Girl…