They don't want you to know
you can just dance with your daughters
They don’t want you to know that you can just dance with your daughters. You can choose a song you both like and call it “our song”. It will belong to no one else in the world but you two. And when it plays you can throw them, spin them, kiss them. Then when you put them down, breathless, they’ll cry “again, again!”
They don’t want you to know that you can take your daughters on dates. You can even dress up for them. “Shall I wear a fancy shirt?” (They always say “yes!”). At the restaurant you can ask for the Special Princess Seat. The waiter will lead her right to it. They definitely do not want you to know that.
They don’t want you to know that you can give your daughters flowers after any and all school performances. You can do this in front of all their friends. Your daughters will be shy and embarrassed. But they’ll love it.
They don’t want you to know that you can call each of your daughters the love of your life. You can tell them they’re your favourite person in the world. (You can tell your sons that too). And they’ll know you mean it for each of them.
They don’t want you to know that you can just lie in bed with each daughter reading. She reads her book, you read yours, and she falls asleep on you like that.
They don’t want you to know that when you’re in a bad mood and being snappy, all it takes is her small voice: are you grumpy, daddy? Are you ok? Because what on earth could be wrong when she asks you that.
They don’t want you to know that she will occasionally tell you she just had the best day of her life. And you can believe her — that on this day, at least, you delivered. And sometimes she will tell you she had the worst day of her life (maybe you told her off). But sometimes you have to be that guy.
They don’t want you to know that one day she’ll be sitting in the front seat. And she’ll just laugh at something — probably you — and it will be such a big, bright, easy laugh that it will wind you. You will laugh but you will also be startled that the world could be this beautiful.
They don’t want you to know that one day the tiny baby girl you held in one arm for hours on end will have these long dangly legs and arms and you’ll know the time for carrying her at all will soon come to an end.
They don’t want you to know that when she is upset for not being the centre of attention for just a moment, you will chuckle. And you will also feel a touch of a fear, because you know life will one day give her real reasons to cry.
They don’t want you to know that they will draw you:
They’ll prepare ominous fundraising campaigns for elephants:
They’ll write songs and sing them to you.
They’ll write whole books for you. You will have a small library of small books made just for you. That which you created will become self-aware and create in turn.
On Sundays We Go Surfing
My seven-year-old daughter was excited to arrange a play date with her babysitter. They’d do their nails and their hair and makeup. Let’s arrange it for a Saturday, said the babysitter.
Im a mom of two girls and a newborn son. The way my daughters love their daddy is magical. They're certain he's a king. They shower him with love and they'll fight you if you try to tell them he's not a king. If you even say he's the prince then they'll be ready for war. No! Daddy is the king!! He's so handsome (daddy hasn't shaved or showered this week, we have a fussy newborn and we're exhausted. ) it's father's day here in Sweden and this was a nice read. I sent it to him. Girl dad's won the lottery for sure. I'd kill to be loved that way even for a day. We'll see how it turns out with my boy, his sisters are already teaching him about love bombing 😂 I'm sure that'll blow my way eventually ❤️❤️ what s blessing to be a parent.