Daddy and His Little Princess


princess mFor about a month now, I’ve been taking Princess M to the bus stop in the morning. My wife use to take her in the morning and I would pick her up in the afternoon. Now that it’s cold and wet, I get to stand outside every morning and afternoon. Thanks a lot, honey.

Actually, I don’t mind. I kinda of like it. First, I get to spend a little time with my daughter…just her and me…with no little brother or sister around to distract us. Second, we actually hold hands while we walk the two blocks to the bus stop. This is how I always imagine our relationship would be. Daddy and his little Princess, walking hand in hand. It makes me feel special and very lucky.

This has not always been the case. Just last year, Princess M was in her “my dad is an ogre and I’m too embarrassed to be seen with him” stage. When I use to drive her to and from afternoon kindergarten, Princess M use to run off as soon as she got out of the car. Heaven forbid if she should be seen with the ogre. She kept her distance from me while she waited to be let into the kindergarten area. I felt like Shrek, the red-nosed ogre, and my little girl wouldn’t let me play any ogre games.

It wasn’t any better when Princess M was a toddler and she was in her “I’m a bag of groceries and need to be carried” stage. She was not embarrassed to be seen with me, but I was required my law to carry her everywhere. We didn’t go on walks, hand in hand. I went on walks while carrying her. When I got tired and tried to put her down, she would either retract her legs or she would wrapped her legs around my leg. Then there were the playgrounds and birthday parties. Princess M’s idea of playing was having me carry her while we followed the other kids everywhere. That was a hoot.

Thank goodness Princess M outgrew those earlier stages. I think she’s at the right stage now. She’s independent, walks on her own two feet, and is not embarrassed to hold hands with me. Let’s call this the “Daddy and his little Princess” stage. I hope this stage lasts for a long time because I’m lovin’ it.


11 thoughts on “Daddy and His Little Princess

  1. I hope it lasts for you, too.

    Daddys and daughters are special to each other. You’re the first man she’ll ever love and the one she’ll compare all others to. Having that loving, lasting relationship will keep her standards high for when she grows up and starts (Ugh!) dating.

    She is adorable!

  2. My mother will never let me forget that I rudely pushed her away when she tried to hug me after my first day of elementary school. I was way too cool to love my mom!

    If you think it’s good now, just wait until she grows-up. Hanging-out with my dad is one of my very favorite things. There’s no one like Dad; he’s my hero.

  3. Hey, Daddy, not to worry — your comments on my sports team did not offend me. My spat was with someone in my real world, not my virtual one. We’ve cleared things up now.

    BTW, my love/fanaticism with sports came from spending lots of time with my Daddy who loved to watch sporting events on TV. Maybe you and your Little Princess can bond a bit that way while you nurture her interest in sports. Looks like a win-win situation!

  4. Just wait, I’m sure that embarressed to be seen with Daddy stage will come back. At least it did for me. The whole preteen to teen stage I had to duck everytime I was in the car.

  5. That is a nice stage. I never actually went through “embarrased to be with Daddy” stage… Maybe cause I was an immigrant, and he was my best friend, and I didn’t have many other friends that I carried too much about.

    But even if she gets back to the “embarassed” stage, you know it will only be temporary…

  6. What a beautiful stage that must be. Mine is in the *I can do it myself, but please hold my hand sometimes, but only when I say so, and don’t crowd me in the process…* phase LOL

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