Girl Dad

These are my three ‘little girls’.
Apparently I was a ‘Girl Dad’ before it was cool, except my version was a tad more manly.

@The_CINC ‘s BFF once told me
“Your daughters are so lucky to have you as a father.”
Totally Blindsided me.
I was just Daddy, they are MY little girls. They always will be.
They’ve always known they are loved.

Yes, I braided my little girls hair, and they were so proud of it.
I went to ‘tea parties’, I was a patient, and I am a ‘snuggler’.
They all snuggled with me in ‘my chair’, with a down comforter, watching movies.
Until they got too big, which is still a debate on whether ‘Tiny Dancer’, our youngest, has reached that point. At least it’s a debate on her part.
I used to ride them to school on my Harley. I would walk them to the door of their classrooms, wearing my leathers, and kiss them goodbye.
They were so proud…
Especially, since everyone thought that I was ‘so scary’.
“He’s not scary, he’s my daddy!” Was a common refrain.

I used to be overprotective.
Before I met my Son in Law; Uno, my eldest daughter’s husband, for the first time, she implored
“Daddy, please don’t scare this one, I really like him.”
I responded
“Darlin’, I only scare those boys that mean you harm. When one truly loves you, I won’t matter.”
Daddy of course, was correct.

You don’t have to be milquetoast to be a ‘Girl Dad’.
In fact, in my experience, they prefer that their ‘Daddy’ be a ‘man’.

Just because you are a ‘man’, it doesn’t mean you can’t stoop down to talk to a child, or be tender towards a woman.

What else is there, as a man, worth fighting for?