Thursday, February 17, 2005
VALENTINES POST SCRIPT/POST MORTEM
Since I was too busy actually living my Valentine's Day to write a blog about it, I now apologetically and exhaustedly (after all the champagne, lobster, roses, hot oil, hot-tubs, hot-times, etc) get down to it.
My story begins when my daughter was about 6 years old and V-day was upon us. N came merrily home from school that day and lovingly presented me with the sweetest little Valentine saying how much she loved her Daddy and I was the greatest Daddy in the world, etc.... I loved my daughter dearly and it was really quite touching.
But that was nothing....
The touching part was just about to unfold....
In her tender, innocent, most inquisitive voice she quietly asked: "Daddy?.... Where's MY valentine?" Well having thought about it earlier while bustling about during the day, I had determined that Valentines were for girlfriends and wives (??not in that order??) and that daughters would probably deem a valentine card from Dad as being gauche and totally uncool. Well judging from the flood of painful tears streaming from a crestfallen little angel's eyes down her rosy red cheeks, Daddy was slightly off in his calculations.
No talk could erase the sadness from her little face. All I could do was to swear it would never happen again.
And damn it I held up my end of the bargain....
This is where the real touching part happens....
Get your tissues....
N was about 20 and was at the "University", full of studies and very much intellectual curiosity, and I guess, very much her self. Well I just happened to be there on V-day and kindly presented her with her card - just a simple expression of what a great kid she was and how lucky a dad I was to have her as a daughter (etc,etc,etc). Well, as I handed it to her, even before she opened it or read it, she turned to me and in her snottiest 20 year old voice said: "Dad, dont you think its pretty goddamned weird for a father to give his daughter a freakin Valentines day card"
Well, judging from the flood of painful tears streaming from a crestfallen father's face, she was slightly off in her calculations....
In reality,
1. I sucked it up cause I'm a man, damn it.
2. I wouldnt give her the satisfaction of knowing, ya know...(that showing feelings issue)
3. I think I said "Gee, I dont remnember you feeling that when you were 6, ya little brat!"
Amazing how things turn around aint it?
Think she felt her Daddy's pain and sent him a card the next year?!?!?
Think Daddy ignored her and sent her one the next year!?!?!?or next?!?!?
Life was once so much more innocent and free.
My story begins when my daughter was about 6 years old and V-day was upon us. N came merrily home from school that day and lovingly presented me with the sweetest little Valentine saying how much she loved her Daddy and I was the greatest Daddy in the world, etc.... I loved my daughter dearly and it was really quite touching.
But that was nothing....
The touching part was just about to unfold....
In her tender, innocent, most inquisitive voice she quietly asked: "Daddy?.... Where's MY valentine?" Well having thought about it earlier while bustling about during the day, I had determined that Valentines were for girlfriends and wives (??not in that order??) and that daughters would probably deem a valentine card from Dad as being gauche and totally uncool. Well judging from the flood of painful tears streaming from a crestfallen little angel's eyes down her rosy red cheeks, Daddy was slightly off in his calculations.
No talk could erase the sadness from her little face. All I could do was to swear it would never happen again.
And damn it I held up my end of the bargain....
This is where the real touching part happens....
Get your tissues....
N was about 20 and was at the "University", full of studies and very much intellectual curiosity, and I guess, very much her self. Well I just happened to be there on V-day and kindly presented her with her card - just a simple expression of what a great kid she was and how lucky a dad I was to have her as a daughter (etc,etc,etc). Well, as I handed it to her, even before she opened it or read it, she turned to me and in her snottiest 20 year old voice said: "Dad, dont you think its pretty goddamned weird for a father to give his daughter a freakin Valentines day card"
Well, judging from the flood of painful tears streaming from a crestfallen father's face, she was slightly off in her calculations....
In reality,
1. I sucked it up cause I'm a man, damn it.
2. I wouldnt give her the satisfaction of knowing, ya know...(that showing feelings issue)
3. I think I said "Gee, I dont remnember you feeling that when you were 6, ya little brat!"
Amazing how things turn around aint it?
Think she felt her Daddy's pain and sent him a card the next year?!?!?
Think Daddy ignored her and sent her one the next year!?!?!?or next?!?!?
Life was once so much more innocent and free.
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Thinking about society first, I made a promise to the world that I would not have children until I was at least 28. I'm fairly confident that we as a people are not prepared for little Gary's running around.
This story isn't quite on the same length as the sex before sex, but still a touching tale.
This story isn't quite on the same length as the sex before sex, but still a touching tale.
Yeah it takes a great deal of wisdom to raise happy little G-dudes (and G-dudettes) with patience and love. And I agree, it's better to wait to give one the time to develop those qualities.
Thanks too. If you cant bring a smile, bring a tear - its all in the feeling, right?
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Thanks too. If you cant bring a smile, bring a tear - its all in the feeling, right?
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