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Daddy’s girls
November 7, 2017
Whoever does not have a good father should procure one. -Friedrich Nietzsche
A few months ago, all three of my girls were home and I realized that Skee was not in the house. The garage door was open, I could see his car, yet when I called him, he wasn’t answering. I went from room to room, no Skee. Then “that one” came through the front door laughing. “I found dad” she said, and then I saw it. There was Skee, alone in our cul-de-sac, fishing rod in hand. He was “practicing” his casting. Standing in the middle of our street throwing his line onto the cement. Over and over again. No words. I closed the door.
This has been a very gradual progression for my “once” cool husband. He is morphing into “that”
dad. Complete with Dad jokes, Dad shirts, and wait for it, Dad socks worn with his Dad loafers. Like I said, it happened so gradually, then all of a sudden... POW!!! My girls noticed too.
I knew Skee was going to be a good father. He is patient and kind, and has always been very
caring. When we first started living together we got two cats. We named them Sydney and Elliot. They were a litmus test to see if we could keep a living creature alive. Skee built them an elaborate scratching post, cleaned the litter box, cut their claws, and brushed them daily. Test was passed. We married and 9 months later we got pregnant.
“That one” was the first baby Skee ever held. We literally were starting from scratch. In the beginning it took him several botched attempts, a lot of sweat (his) and tears (the baby) before he got changing the baby’s diapers down. One of my favorite memories was Skee coming out of the nursery with the baby for a 3am feeding. He went to change her diaper, things got hairy in the bathroom. I could hear commotion and strange noises. He finally brought the baby to me to be nursed. It was dark and all I could see was the two of them, both with their hair sticking straight up. He hands her to me and said “it was a war zone in there”. Yet by our third baby, he could change a diaper one-handed.
Skee would take “that one” to home depo every Saturday when she was little. She had a little orange home depo apron, and they would “make things” and then she would get little completion pins for her apron. I still have a step stool and a napkin holder they made out of wood. Then they would go eat a hot dog in the gazebos outside. Cool dad.
A few weeks ago Skee went out on a Saturday morning and brought home hot bagels. It threw ALL of us off. This is his sunday regime. Hot bagels every single sunday. He even times it so that he gets to the bagel store just as the everything and plain bagels are coming out of the oven. All three girls said “wait, does dad know its Saturday”? He went again the next morning, and everything felt right again. Sunday daddy gets bagels. That’s what he does.
You know what our oldest asked for when she turned 21? Her daddy. He flew to Boston and took her bar hopping. They spent the entire weekend together. They were both in heaven.