I am the father of three children. I have two daughters—Jordan and Brianna, ages 14 and 17— and a son who is 9. My kids mean everything to me. My son is growing up, and I see him maturing a little more every day. But I will always look at my daughters and see them as those same little girls I put in ponytails (with varying degrees of success) and drove to school years ago. And that is the problem. Raising daughters is tricky.
A Dad’s Sixth Sense
Fathers are inherently protective of their little girls. We develop a kind of sixth sense when they are in trouble, that starts when they are at a young age. When Brianna was 3 years old she was climbing on the kitchen chairs. I was in the family room feeding Jordan, who was just a baby at the time. I got up and walked into the kitchen to tell Brianna to get off the table. As I walked in, she fell head first off the chair. With Jordan in one arm I reached out with the other and caught Brianna by the ankle, holding her upside down like I had caught a prized trophy fish. That’s when I made the promise that I would never let them fall—literally or figuratively—again.
Scaring the Boyfriends
But now my girls are growing up and I’m overwhelmingly, occasionally comically, unprepared for it. I simply don’t want to accept it, so I overcompensate. Of course, Brianna—being the oldest girl—bears the brunt of my insanity. In the past, she’s had a couple of boyfriends that I didn’t approve of, which isn’t surprising at all since I automatically disapprove of all boyfriends. I could just look at those punks and know they were no good. It’s a gift of mine. I’ve always tried to make her boyfriends really question my mental stability after we meet. I find that boys think twice about their actions if they truly have to wonder if their girlfriend’s father actually might have a stash of hollow graves filled with the ex-boyfriends that came before him. I’ve recently just met her new boyfriend. Instead of intimidating him after we first met, I tried something new. I went full-on “shock and awe” before even meeting the kid. I learned everything about this guy. I learned so much that even Brianna wondered if I was insane. And I “encouraged” her to tell him everything I found out.
What I didn’t tell her, however, was that I didn’t find anything to make me hate the kid. Which was the most surprising thing of all.
They’ll Always Be My Little Girls
She is 17 now. She’s usually more mature than I care to admit, and I think her choice in boys has improved. It’s just so hard to think of her as nearly an adult. Almost ready to go off to college. A beautiful, smart, independent young lady.
All I can hope for is that the girls understand why I’ve held on so tightly for so long. I was just trying to keep them safe. I may not like it, but maybe it’s time to let them spread their wings a little.
But I’m still gonna background check the ever-lovin’ hell out of any future boyfriends…because what kind of a father would I be if I didn’t?
When he is not writing for his blog, he enjoys playing guitar, inventing new methods of psychological warfare to be used on his daughter's future ex-boyfriends, and puppies.
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