I don’t know what it is, but you can’t put a price on a child’s love for their father. Sure we carry them around for nine months, possibly breastfeed them until our breasts look like something out of National Geographic, and maybe we even clean up more poop than the zookeeper in the elephant cage, but it really doesn’t matter. Not to say kids don’t love their Mommas, but they can’t get enough of their Dads. At least that’s the way it is in my house.
Maybe I notice it more because I have two girls. They don’t call them “Daddy’s Girls” for nothing. Although my youngest daughter clings to me for dear life, she still said “Dada” first (so did my first child). When Dad walks in the room, she kicks her legs like a maniac and her eyes light up like a Christmas tree. All is right in her little world.
As for my oldest, she would carry her Dad around in her little butterfly purse if she could. Daddy is the first person she looks for in the morning and the first person she cries to if she gets in trouble. Of course, Daddy never yells at her. Mommy always has to be the mean one. She loves to lay on the couch with him where they watch their special show she simply calls, “Daddy’s Show.” I actually have one too, called “Mommy’s Show”, of course.
Daddy is also the fun one. Not to say I’m a stick in the mud, but I’ll be the first to admit I’m the more serious one. Someone has to keep everyone in check! Daddy flips them around. Daddy does crazy dances. Daddy sings really loud songs. As much as it may get annoying, they love every second of it. Truthfully, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Just like you can’t put a price on a child’s love for their father, the same can be said for a father’s love. Like Moms, Dads would give up everything to make sure their children are happy. They would do anything in their power to protect them from all the evils of this world. That’s just what a Dad does. It just goes along with the territory. It goes along with being a superhero that so many men are to their children. Happy Father’s Day!