Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Be Bop A Lula

I’m writing a new book, my 19th, that is a compilation of 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.

For more information about my writing background, please visit my website, www.gregoryelang.com.

Now on to today’s post…

Today’s photo is of Jeanine, Amber and Lily, pretty daddy’s girls if there ever where any.

I was chatting with a bookstore manager one day who also has a teenage daughter. We were sharing stories about how our own lives have changed as our little girls became young women. Each of us in our own way grieved a sort of loss; we missed the days when our daughters thought we had hung the moon.

Every dad has at least one memory of an event or gesture that, at least in his mind, is evidence of his desire to be a good dad. For this fellow in the bookstore, that memory was of something he used to do whenever he and his daughter found themselves on a plane. When she was a toddler, the takeoff phase of the trip was terrifying to her. In order to calm her down, he softly sang “Be Bop A Lula” to her. It worked every time.

Today his daughter’s musical interest is rap music and she is no longer charmed when he sings “Be Bop A Lula”. I think, though, he might occasionally hum that song to himself.

Now and then you might see someone do something that may seem out of place or make no sense at all, but the grin on their face tells you that although you can’t see it, the gesture has profound meaning. Like when you hear a middle-aged man humming “Be Bop A Lula” to himself while sorting magazines on the shelves of a crowded bookstore.

There are many ways in which a dad can be a hero to his daughter. Some involve strength of muscle, others, strength of character. Some dads are heroes because of a single act of selflessness he may have committed, others, because he has always been there doing for her what his daughter needed, without waiting to be asked to lend help. It doesn’t matter, really, how a daughter determines when her dad is a hero. He is, after all, her hero.

One morning while on a weekend getaway at an inn, Jill and I were having breakfast with another couple. As we chatted it eventually came out that I was working on this book. I asked the father if he had a close relationship with his daughter, and he politely replied that he did, but he didn’t elaborate.

His wife, eager to give him more credit than he gave himself, told me of a phone call about his daughter they received late one evening. The young woman was in trouble and needed immediate help. Dad jumped into the car and drove fourteen hours to reach his daughter, to rescue her.

The dad gave his wife that look that implied he didn’t want the attention, so she concluded her story abruptly, ending it with, “They are very close; he’s her hero.”

Our daughters’ hero; is their anything a dad would rather be?

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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