I grew up in household of a mother, a father, a sister and a dog. We were not the perfect family by any means. We were a middle – hardworking class family who struggled with debt; the “bird and the bees” conversation consisted of “You betta not come home pregnant (with enough force that you knew what you should not do if you wanted to live).” There were ups and downs however my parents made sure food was always on the table, the lights were on, manners and respect to our elders was always given and you worked hard for what you wanted in life.
I was never allowed to take the easy road out of anything. If I wanted to know what a word meant, I had to look it up in the dictionary and to show I knew what it meant; I had to give the definition/use it in a sentence. When I began my first job, a 15 and 9 months, the only way I was going to get my license and a car was if I kept a job. And so, I did. When I turned 19, responsibility was solely on me. My mom helped me with a career change, I moved out of my parents’ house and started the process of becoming an independent woman. Did I have a few setbacks? Yes but, “what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.”
Thinking I was Grown
One Thanksgiving I decided to challenge my father…I thought I was grown and he should have respected my opinion and I his. Instead, the conversation was one sided and in return placed a huge strain on our relationship resulting in us not speaking to each for several months. It was tough on me because, I lost a huge part of my life; my dad, someone who was always there for me. Results of that one event affected other aspects of my life in a negative manner. It changed who I was and I how I treated others, especially men.
Fast-forward to My Now
I never truly remember how my dad and I began speaking to each other again however; I know our relationship has blossomed into an unbreakable bond. When my son was born, my dad showed up to the hospital – showing his grandson and I so much luv, when I was struggling to buy my sons formula – he purchased some from Amazon for me, when my house was flooded – he gave me a place to stay until it was fixed, when he sees his grandson he makes sure he has chocolate chip cookies for him, when I said I wanted to build a Jenga Set we spent all day cutting and sanding wood, when we hang out with the family he makes sure I am enjoying myself and not solely focusing on my son, when we talk on the phone – we are able to talk about politics, family, life, sports, etc.
So…yes I am a Daddy’s Gurl. My mom and my dad have always been there for me, my mom to teach me how to be a woman but, my dad to teach me how a man should love me and take care of his family. He was not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and no man or woman ever is however, when it counted he always there. Daddy’s Gurl does not mean spoiled or overly attached to her father in my eyes. Rather, what you should expect in your future husband.