Friday, July 20, 2007

Daddy-daughter dates

I am searching for inspirational stories about father-daughter relationships, stories that share wisdom, teach moral and important life lessons, and give others insight into how to nurture and maintain a healthy, loving and fulfilling father-daughter relationship.

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Now on to today’s diary entry…

Today’s photo is of (left to right) Carol, her dad and sister Carrie. Carol is the mom of Virginia, the little cutie holding her dad’s finger in the photo I posted on July 13th. You can see where Virginia gets her great looks, can’t you?

Today’s subject is daddy-daughter dates:

Where once Meagan and I had one or two date nights a week, not to mention what we would do together on weekends, now we seldom have daddy-daughter dates. She makes sure we spend time together on my birthday and Father’s Day, but other than that, our dates are rare. Now that she has a car she roams freely to visit her friends, she has a part-time job, and the homework assignments of senior high today seem more demanding than when I was in graduate school years ago.

One dad I know has three daughters attending the same school as Meagan. He has a date night with each daughter in her own turn, making sure she gets to do with him what will entertain her the most. With the oldest they catch a movie and then grab a Starbucks coffee afterward. With his middle child he goes camping when he can. When he can’t, they take a hike through some nearby woods and talk about the things going on in her life. With his youngest, he goes fishing and uses catching fish as an exercise in learning to be patient.

I also know of a dad who once while walking with his daughter through a department store found himself standing in the ladies hat section. He grabbed a hat and put it on his head. His daughter started to giggle, which only urged him on. “Put on another one daddy," she pleaded, so he did, and then another and another. When he eventually realized they were being watched by a disapproving clerk, he returned the hats to their places and then escorted his daughter to lunch. It was a date I am sure she will remember for years to come.

Dads aren’t the only ones to tell me of their favorite daddy-daughter dates. One story in particular comes to mind:

“I was about eleven-years-old and in the Girl Scouts. It was our first father-daughter dance and I was so excited. I waited for him to pick me up and see how pretty I looked in my dress, and shoes, and my hair all done up. When he came he brought me a corsage and put it on my wrist and away we went to my very first dance. As soon as we got there, I left him and went dancing with my friends instead. Soon it was time to eat; that was when he asked me to dance with him. We cleaned our plates and then moved onto the dance floor. I tried to follow him while he danced; believe me, I had two left feet. It didn’t take him long to notice I was an awkward dancer, so he put me on his feet and around in circles we went. He held me tight in his arms and I rested my head on his chest.”

I’m not sure who enjoys these dates more, dads or daughters. I do know, though, that I miss the days when Meagan couldn’t wait to go on one of our dates.

Well, I guess that’s enough for today. Thanks so much for visiting my blog. Now go out and hug somebody!

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