As he holds her tiny body in his arms, he thinks the world of himself. Amazed at the child's beauty. Amazed at the way the love filled in his heart so quickly. He helped create this gorgeous baby girl. He can see her mother's complexion, his smile and her mother's soft blonde hair.
He knew that he'd be anything that this baby girl wanted. He could be her savior, her best friend, her fixer. He would bring her happiness and delight. He'd be more than her everything. He'd be her father.
As this baby girl grew into a toddler, he saved her from skinned knees and broken bones. She believed her father wasnt just the best man in the world, but the best person. She was a Daddy's Girl. "Dae" was all she wanted. He had become her best friend. And when her Barbie broke, he was there. When her necklace broke, he would fix it. She watched as he fixed everything he could. Even as a toddler, she admired that. He made her happier then she could be and anyone could read it on her face. Just seeing her father delighted her because she knew. He was more than her everything. He was her father.
As his baby girl grew into a kid, they began to distance. This girl had new friends, new experiences and it was a new life. But her father still saved her from those skinned knees and bumble bee stings. She was still a Daddy's Girl. She'd rather play baseball than dress up. She liked Legos better than Easy Bake Ovens. She;d rather be with her father than her mother. She'd rather be just like her father than anyone else in the world.He was still her best friend. And he still fixed her temper tantrums. He still made the broken into the "good." He was the fixer he wanted to be. He brought her the happiness he vouched to. He still brought her delight. But he didnt like that he wasnt her everything anymore. He was just her father; her savior, her best friend, and her fixer.
As this baby girl grew into a teenager, she became less and less family oriented. She had close friends, a steady job, and her eyes on the future. She was no longer a "Daddy's Girl". She was exactly who SHE wanted to be. She learned a lot about Life and Love. Glory and Defeat. Hardships and Pain. He could no longer save her from other's harsh words, from broken hearts or from a strained tie. He couldn't save her because she knew right from wrong. That savior, that best friend, that fixer, wasnt always right anymore. The more she grew up, the less right he became. He used pain to control her and fear to keep her in line. He pushed her, he pulled her hair, he choked her. He long ago stopped being her best friend, and now she didn't even consider him a friend. And it didnt happen often, but it happened throughout that toddler stage that she admired him, throughout that child stage that she wanted to BE him, throughout the teenage years that she wanted nothing to do with him. The difference became one thing, his baby girl finally reaized it was wrong. NOW it broke her heart because she didnt want to hate her father. She WANTED him to be her savior, her best friend, her fixer but this wasnt something he could fix. He brought her saddness and anger, not happiness and delight. He went from being more than her everything down to nothing. She didnt even want him as a father anymore because no father should break his baby girl's heart so bad. A father should look at his baby girl, with her blonde hair and her beautiful smile, and he should stay her savior, her best friend and her fixer, for all of her life.
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