There is hope - daughters will always need their dads
Friday, October 31st, 2008As my daughter gets closer to nine years old, I can feel the finiteness of our closeness. Soon, she’ll no longer be my little pal, in either size or intimacy. This is one of the biggest pains of being a parent. You really are only entrusted with them for a very short time before they need to break away and create their own lives. The family unit, while such an icon, is a very short-lived event.
That’s why I like this post from The Thread
My parents came for a quick visit on their way out to their winter home in Utah. As is typical when my dad visits, I had made up a “Daddy-Do” list. I’m pretty handy around the house– I think I get it from him– but there are some things, usually dealing with electricity, that I won’t try alone. My dad is an electrician– but, he can pretty much fix anything. Growing up we never called a repairman. Dad just fixed stuff. So, when our furnace quit working on Friday night, I was glad he was coming the next Monday.
After the furnace, my dad and I proceeded to replace the aging ’70s era, shell-shaped sink in our downstairs bathroom. (Blech!) The best part was taking a hammer and smashing it to pieces. Or maybe the best part for me was going to the hardware store with my dad. I have such fond memories of tagging along to pick up parts, tools, etc. with my dad. Even now when I head into Menard’s or Home Depot, I think of him and all he can do. His attitude is, “You can fix it– just try.” I’ve called him over the years with various house issues and he’s talked me through most of them. A few years ago I replaced our sump pump by myself with his help over the phone.



My seven year old turns eight in March. Many of her 2nd grade classmates, especially the boys, have already read most if not all the Harry Potters, and have even seen all the movies. Over the holiday break, I suggested to my daughter that we finally break into



