So fathers day didn’t quite go to plan. It started well, my wife put a cooked breakfast together, I got a great handmade card from my daughter (who was determined to keep “creating” the card after I had been given it), some socks (when you see the state of my socks you’ll understand why it’s a great present) and then we caught up with some family for coffee later that morning. Best of all, my wife’s dark cloud of (not so morning) sickness seems to be fading which means the mood of the house is on the improve.
My daughter however got sick. One perspective is that I may have been repaying a small karmic debt (probably from parking in those parent spots before I had kids) with my wife’s recovery coinciding with my daughters decline, however I prefer to focus on the upside. You see, yesterday my daughter wanted to give me a hug.
Now I’ve been known to exaggerate occasionally, and it’s true that I don’t mind creatively improving the facts to aid the point I am proving but last weekend really was the most physically attached my daughter has been to me – ever! It started at breakfast when she needed rescuing from the high chair, and then there was her sitting on my lap for over an hour at my brother in laws house and then there was the sitting with me on a couch through 10 episodes of the cutting social commentary that is; Peppa Pig.
To understand the significance of this you really need to appreciate my daughters typical behavior…
Enter daughters bedroom in the morning: “Morning sweety, have you got a kiss for daddy?”
Home from work: “Hi sweety, did you have a nice day?”
“How about a kiss for daddy?”
“No thank you daddy”
On the flight to Brisbane: “hey sweet, did you want to sit on daddy’s lap and play with the iPhone/iPad/etcha sketch/empty juice container?”
To be fair, it’s not just directed at me. When my wife makes the mistake of asking for affection she is met with the same polite response of “no thank you mummy” or eel like twisting to get out of a cuddle. My wife can also be on the receiving end of my Beiber-like popularity as I walk through the door after work (some days) to be met by squeals of “Daddy’s home” before being told politely “no thank you daddy” when I ask for a cheeky peck.
In short, our daughter has never been or probably ever will be a hugging, kissing, sit quietly on the lap type of person which is why I was a little bit guilty of enjoying her sickness on the weekend, why I was guilty of enjoying her looking at me a saying “cuddle please daddy” and why I was a little bit pleased that the only thing that seemed to help her through her raging temperature was me gently patting her hair.
Don’t get me wrong, I want her to be well. The majority of my posts involve talking about the situations that arise from her 100% attack on life but it was a lovely Father’s day present to get given a cuddle I didn’t have to chase.
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