Daddy’s little girl

foul ballI’m sure most of you have either seen this story by now or it just slipped by you. I saw it while in the hospital last week and it just stuck with me. Here’s the link and story. It’s a real keeper. Check it out if you care to.

Here’s a dad who thought his daughter was going to be scared so instead of getting mad at her, he hugged her and his love for her is so clear in his eyes and body language that it just struck me how lucky she is. How lucky that whole family is.

This is what I’d like to know. Have you ever been “daddy’s little girl?” I was. It was the most powerful love I’ve ever felt. It was the safest love I ever felt. That no matter what I did, he loved me MOST OF ALL. I haven’t felt it for a very long time but when I saw this story and this video, it all came rushing back to me and you know what, I’ve missed it.

What has been your safest, dearest and most unconditional love? Is it still in your life?

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18 Responses to Daddy’s little girl

  1. SKL says:

    I think I was Daddy’s Girl but didn’t really know it at the time. Being one of 6 kids, you never really feel like you’re anyone’s #1. Not saying that’s a bad thing, just reality.

    My girls probably won’t get that feeling either, and I guess I could regret that, except that the positives of having a close sister seem to outweigh it. I could be wrong, but that’s how it seems to me.

  2. mssc54 says:

    It’s common knowledge and readily admitted by everyone that my Mrs. was her dad’s favorite.

  3. Lucy says:

    I think I was more of a mommy’s girl than a daddy;s girl.. although I felt (and still feel) the safest, dearest and most unconditional love with both my parents. I also experience it with my sisters. Actually more so now that we are adults. As kids they were just mean to me (I’m the baby of the family). Thinking of this makes me miss my family 😦

  4. trishatruly says:

    The one true and consistent thing my father gave me was his unwavering belief that I coould do or be anything I ever wanted.

    He did a lot of terrible things to his family because he was a flawed and frail man but I always have had that to carry with his memory.

    Thanks, Daddy.

  5. Tony says:

    I was never Daddy’s Little Girl…
    But my daughter Kristy, now 24, will always be Daddy’s little girl no matter how old she gets

  6. Laura says:

    My brothers (who are 10+ years older than I am) enjoy telling me that I was always the favorite, and spoiled beyond redemption. But I believe it was more that I was raised as an only child because they were older, whereas they had the typical sibling relationship with each other.

    That said, I never felt “unloved” when I was growing up, but didn’t have an especially “lovey” relationship with either of my parents. The fact is, I never thought about it… they were always there, the rocks upon which I could stand and depend, and I knew, without a doubt, that they would always be there for me, that I could always trust them, that they would always have my back. Looking back, that is far more valuable to me than hugs and kisses, and other overt displays of love.

    That relationship still exists, and now my parents, and my brothers, are my very best friends. I can tell them anything (I don’t, of course, because they’re my parents, and there are some things that you just don’t tell them), and know that nothing will shake them. When disaster struck my family, there was no question, no thought, no hesitation, they were just… there.

    So, I guess, yeah, I did have that unconditional love, and still do. And sometimes, it’s the only thing that gets me through.

  7. nikki says:

    I was until he left. I’m told I was anyway he left when I was 3 or 4. I have vague memories of him when I was that young. I know he carried me everywhere I didn’t walk until I was like 15 months. I remember having a window come down on my fingers as he was pulling in the drive way from work. I was so excited to have him home then BAM…he held me for so long. I almost feel it still. :{ He also had a belt buckle with a picture of me in it. How he just left I’ll never understand. When he died I told his 6th wife or was it his 7th…anyway..his last wife I told her I wanted that belt buckle and that’s all I ever wanted….I didn’t get a damn thing. Yea I’m still bitter about that!
    So yea I guess I was at one point in his life. It almost hurts worst when people tell me how much he adored me….I kinda get sad when I see daughters at any age snuggle up with their daddy’s.
    You for sure see the love in THIS daddy’s eyes…the way he embraced her making sure she never for one second thought anyone was mad at her….priceless!!!

  8. Gary says:

    If I had a daughter she would most definately be spoiled by this sucker for sure! LOL

  9. Just a Mom says:

    I was a mommy’s little girl! All I have to do is look at a picture or think about my mom and I feel safe! That’s the best feeling in the world!

  10. Tosha says:

    I was a daddy’s girl. I did everything with him. We were joined at the hip. Fishing every weekend, camping.. now.. not so much..

  11. Karen Joy says:

    My Dad loved ALL his 3 daughters equally.We were all Daddy’s little girls I believe.He had a big heart and enough love to go around.I was 34 when he passed away(3 years ago in oct.) and up until then even at that age he would still hold my hand as we sat and remeinised or hold me just because.Yes there is nothing like the unconditional love and security you feel from your Father.Its very important for little girls to have that with there Fathers and I was truely blessed to have had that!

  12. Sue says:

    I don’t think so. I really wasn’t close with either of my parents like that. He’d wrestle with all of us and sometimes play kickball, but he did it with all of us. Laura’s middle paragraph on her answer was the way I felt growing up too. We weren’t all hugs and kisses either.

  13. Jen @ FnF says:

    My inlaws were just telling me about this story over the weekend and how nice it was.

    I think I was and am still. In part it was because I was the only girl, and like Laura posted above, my two brothers were 18 and 20 years older than I was…so I definitely grew up with a different set of parents than they did.

    We were not a huggy family and I’m the first to admit that my father is definitely flawed. He spent years drinking and moody. But he hasn’t had a drink in close to a decade and now I can’t leave the house without him stopping me and asking me for a hug. Even as a kid I was the one person who could talk sense into him…maybe it was just a different interaction from what he had with my brothers, void of all of the ‘tough-guy’ masks and full of pointed honest emotion.

    I do have to say that I love watching my daughter be a Daddy’s girl. She was from the moment she was born. Hubby was taken with her immediately, from first sight…whereas I took awhile to warm up to her. Even now, while she gets on his nerves with her dramatic outbursts he is also the one that has the most patience with her and can calm her down the easiest. I have little patience for other women in general and especially when there’s drama involved. I will admit though that my son is totally a Mama’s Boy….and while perhaps not good for his popularity with his peers, I love the fact that he and I are close….

    Great post Joy!

  14. DM says:

    I have 3 (22, 28 and 29) I feel that way about all of them. Me…I was my grandma’s favorite grandchild. but I found out later, she said that to some of the other grandchildren too 🙂 nothng like unconditional love..it’s rare.

  15. javajunkee says:

    I was always daddy’s little supposed to be a boy but she’ll do 🙂 I was closer to my dad than any of us girls. My parents raised 4 daughters. I was the late comer..the toy…the last chance at a boy so by the time I was old enough to be “fun” the others were out of the house for the most part so I was the “toy”. Even into adulthood my dad would call if he knew I was sick or one of the kids was sick…he was my best friend…and God I miss him 😦

  16. javajunkee says:

    btw for me being daddy’s little girl meant…the one who hung out in the garage checking oil and tires and washing the cars…I was the only one of the girls who woud ride the motorcycle he had for a short while with him. I was the ONLY one who got promoted from rotten apple picker upper to lawn mower. (even though he would go straighten up my lines…he let me do it) So I was his tomboy.

  17. Tessa says:

    I feel it from my husband-Eric-everyday. It is the best feeling in the world and unconditional love really is what life should be made of. Well said, Joy, and it is great to hear how your dad gave you such love. I felt and feel it from my mom too.

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