If Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend, What are Fathers?

Whoever sang that song... Thaaaaanks, it's so stuck in my head now!
Whoever sang that song... Thaaaaanks, it's so stuck in my head now!

Introduction

 My dad and I have always been close. I was the one who begged to be taken along on fishing trips, hunting expeditions, journeys to Cabela's, and all that lovely stuff the average little girl would never consider doing. I'm his only daughter among three boys, though I am not the youngest child. Oh, no, instead, I'm the shortest... >.<

Anyway, we hang out a lot, and talk about everything and anything, no matter how grossed out it may be to me or how uncomfortable he may feel on a certain subject; we always discuss what's on our minds and share what needs to get off our chests.

If the man had been born 30 years later (and wasn't my dad), he would be my greatest friend in the entire world. Instead, he's 48, fat, easily amused by the stupidest things, and most importantly, the number one man in my life.

... Ew, you perv, not like that! :-P

I was taking a creative writing class in high school, and we were asked to write a personal short story. I decided to write about the two of us in all our amazingly awesome glory, and just what happens when a little girl thinks she has to grow up. Comments are greatly welcome and appreciated, but remember, this is a memory of mine, and it's taking quite a bit of courage for me to share it with everyone.

Without further ado, please enjoy the show.

"Emily, Emily, Emily Diane!"

 

Dads are strange creatures. Or maybe it's just mine. For years, he's been calling me Emily Diane. Don't ask me where it comes from, I have no clue. Sure, I have other nicknames. But those ones make sense. ... Sort of.

 

"Hey, geezer, I'm too old for that," is my usual response. Not that he's listening to me; he's off in his own little world now... Oh great...

 

"She's my litle winkie doo!"

 

I could protest for hours. Average elapsed time is about ten minutes before he moves on to another nickname, or something else to sing about. After X amount of years, you just let him continue. I mean, come on; you have to let the old man have his fun, right?

 

When I was little, he would work excruciatingly long days. Gone when I awoke, home in time to tuck me in. Not so grand for our relationship.

 

... Wait, I should probably explain something before I continue...

 

I'm my father's daughter. We do all sorts of things together, when we can. Put us near each other, and you'll never get us apart. My mother and I look close, but we really aren't. About the only thing I have in common with her are 23 chromosomes. ... Does that even count?

 

Continuing on...

 

So, Dad was home by bedtime. Before he got anywhere close to walking in the door, I'd be showered/bathed (depending on my mother's mood), have my hair and teeth brushed, pajamas on, and Mama Peanut Butter (my 3' tall teady bear) in my bed with the covers over her face. I'd be hiding in the closet.

 

It was a game we played. He'd lay on my bed, pretending to believe MPB was me, then fake sleep until I hopped on his back.

 

But it was more than just that, to us.

 

"Rosie Posie Puddin' Pie, kissed the boys and made 'em cry!" he'd sing as he flopped on my bed. "Why, you're not my Rosie! Oh well, guess I'll just have to sleep here," whined Dad as he pulled back the covers to get to me, only to find MPB lying there. Then commenced the loud, obnoxious fake snores.

 

As quiet as a 5 year old can be, I'd stealthily crawl from my closet to my bed. Ever vigilant, in case the big guy stirred, I'd work my way into a standing position, crouching enough for the initial strike...

 

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

 

Jumping onto his back, Dad would squiggle his way to the floor, then run around on hands and knees, bucking and jumping like a bronco, with me clinging to his shirt for dear life, squealing and screaming and shrieking in sheer delight. Every so often, he'd stop and say, "Where's Rosie?" I'd giggle, and the wild ride would continue.

 

Eventually, with both of us exhausted, our game would end. Dad would carry me over to my bed, tuck me in, give me oodles and oodles of daddy kisses, then shut the door on his way out. I'd fall asleep shortly after.

 

Then it happened.

 

On a nigth like any other, Dad walked into my room and came to lay on Mama Peanut Butter, like he alawys had. But when he pulled back the covers, I was there. I sat up, folded my arms and said, in my most grown-up voice, "Daddy, I'm too old for this now." At the time, it made sense. I wanted to be a big girl, and big girls don't play silly bedtime games with their daddies, right? Poor Dad, he looked like I'd slapped him on the face, he was so crushed...

 

Don't you ever look back and thing, "If only I'd let it live just a bit longer... If only I wasn't in such a hurry to grow up." After all my experiences, my growing up, I wish I could turn back the hands of time and take all those "I'm too old for this," statements and chuck them in a paper shredder.

 

"Emily, Emily, Emily Diane! She's my little winkie doo!"

 

"Dad, I told you I'm... Oh, I love you too, you dork."

Conclusion

Whenever I think of this story, I think of that song that goes,

"Fathers, be good to your daughters, and daughters will love like they do."

It's extremely true. My dad was always good to me, and still is. If it weren't for his strong leadership, his inability to let me lose my way and his compassion for my well-being, I honestly believe I wouldn't be here typing for you all today. While I can't say the same for my mother, my dad has and always will be right there for me, whether physically or in spirit. In this, I have no doubt.

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agvulpes 7 years ago from Australia

Well Kika speaking as a father and a grandfather I can justifiably say that I have had experiences such as yours! How very fortunate you were to have such a beaut dad.

Don't regret what you did because I have a sneaking? suspicion that your Dad was waiting and watching as you grew up and went through all the different stages with much happiness.

It is quite obvious that you both still have something of great value and many people would be very envious of your relationship.

I hope you are able to be with your family over Christmas and you all have a great and happy time. :-[)


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Kika Rose 7 years ago from Minnesota Author

Meh, I'm hoping my mother's side of the family falls prey to West Nile so I don't have to put up with those snobs...

>.>

<.<

What? Aunt Marcy is a b*tch, pure and simple! D-:

Nah, thank you for commenting Foxy. I know he was glad to see me grow up, but at the same time, it's like watching a ticking time-bomb; one day, that little baby girl isn't going to be yours anymore, she'll be some other boy's. ... I need to stop thinking like a parent. o_O It's scaring the bejeebers out of me. For heaven's sake, I'll only be 19 next month! :O


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agvulpes 7 years ago from Australia

yeah hasn't everyone got an Aunt Marcy! Gee you have reached the ripe old age of 19. And all those years of parenting experience you have had. What's that you say, you not actually a parent yet. Trust me on this Kika and I have been around a bit longer than you. Well not that long!

You should not be thinking things like what your Dad is thinking. He loves you very much and I'm sure when you meet a fellow that you love enough to spend the rest of your life with, your Dad will support you all the way. Just be completely honest with him. Thats all parent's want from their kids.

A big Hug from an Aussie dad (Hug) I remember, do you?


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countrywomen 7 years ago from Washington, USA

Kika- That is so true "Fathers, be good to your daughters, and daughters will love like they do." Even I had a great dad and you hub has inspired me to share our moments too. I am glad that you had such a wonderful dad but surprised about the way you speak about your mom. Anyway great hub and certainly a thumbs up from me.


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agvulpes 7 years ago from Australia

Hi countrywoman sh I think Kika might have gone to bed.

It's unfortunate but I have seen it many times that when a Father has a great relationship with his daughter, for some reason it is resented by the Mother and she takes it out on one or the other, usually the Daughter. Hence a poor relationship develops.


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Eric Graudins 7 years ago from Australia

Kika, I bet your dad's really proud of you.

One of the most moving moments in my life was when my beautiful daughter presented me with this song on fathers day a couple of years ago.

She wrote the lyrics, score, played piano, and sang it. She's really special. http://webangel.com.au/daddy.mp3

(Listen to it now. I won't be leaving this link here very long)

Eric G.


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countrywomen 7 years ago from Washington, USA

Eric- The page doesn't exist anymore. But I am sure it must be something special.

Agvulpes- I too have a loving dad but never felt my mother distancing herself due to this. I guess that doesn't happen in every case.


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countrywomen 7 years ago from Washington, USA

Eric- Now the link works. That really was a great tribute and you must have felt like being on cloud 9. I have to do something like this for my dad too. Thanks for sharing that link it was very nice and touching.


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Eric Graudins 7 years ago from Australia

@countrywoman:

File must have been uploading when you tried it the first time.

I was quite emotional when she played it for me for the first time. Glad you liked it. I'll leave it here for a few days, then remove it.

I think your dad would really love it if you did something like that for him. (I'd love to hear it to if you do it :-)

cheers,

Eric G.

P.S. Is that your real pic, or is it some Indian actress ??

Just PM me if you don't want to tell the world :-)


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countrywomen 7 years ago from Washington, USA

Eric- I guess Indian actress phobia is pretty common on hub pages..LOL That was a make over picture taken for marriage proposals in a professional studio. Without make up and all not that pretty. Yes I love this idea and your daughter's voice is so melodious. I listened to it twice and really enjoyed it.


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Shalini Kagal 7 years ago from India

Kika - a father-daughter bonding is so special and precious - it's wonderful to hear you have that!

Eric - that was truly beautiful and touching- you are one lucky Dad!


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Eric Graudins 7 years ago from Australia

@ countrywomen:

"Not All that pretty".

Yeah. Right.

Glad you enjoyed my daughter's song.

@Shalini. Thanks. I know.

Eric G.


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countrywomen 7 years ago from Washington, USA

Eric- You haven't seen me in the morning when I wake up to brush my teeth in the mirror the way I look. I also wish I was little more fair complexioned. I am only 5 3" hence I also could do with another 2 inches in height...LOL

But overall I know I look OK but just not as perfect as I would like to look. Thanks anyway for complimenting me by not agreeing with me (you don't know how happy that makes me feel)..hehe


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Ntathu 7 years ago from SE London

Ahhhh- What a beautiful Hub - Kika Rose - thanks for sharing your heartfelt joys. Yes, Dad's are Great. even though i am all grown-up, married and with three teenage daughters, my dad is still my number 1 fan - he still bails me out, phones me to make sure I'm ok, still forgets how old I am, send me little suprise packages and generally is always there. We hear so much negative press about fathers- so let us Celebrate Fatherhood and Big Up all Fathers. Hugs and have a peaceful day.


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Kika Rose 7 years ago from Minnesota Author

Aw, thanks you guys. Your comments totally made my day. Now to carry that uplifting feeling to work through this nasty, snowy Minnesota afternoon... -_- Blah.

Eric: I wish I could listen to your daughter's song, but alas, dial-up fails at life... Oh, the joys of living in the middle of nowhere. I'm sorry. :-( I'm sure it's beautiful.

Ag: lol, I'm not 19 yet, my birthday's in January. I still have some time before I grow old. :-P Thank you for the father-hug. <3

Countrywomen: What Ag said is pretty true, at least in my case; while my dad and I are super close, my mom has come to resent our relationship, and thus, doesn't exactly treat me all that well. She has her moments of motherly goodness, but they have grown few and far between, especially after her own mother passed away in '02. She's become rather bitter and sullen. I can understand how she may feel, but at the same time, it's grown a little out of hand. Even Dad's commented on it. :-\

I still love her, either way, but it's not always easy to come up with kind things to say about her when she's constantly belittling me on my weight, clothing style, or personal habits that aren't like her own.

Shalini: ^_^ Thank you. It truly is.

Ntathu: It's true we hear more about bad fathers than we do of the good ones. That's kind of why I thought to post this story. The other reason was because I read Hal Licino's hub about his father, and I wanted to share my story with him. Maybe if I can get Dad to sit still long enough to take a picture, I can show you guys what my dad looks like. lol He reminds me of Santa, minus the long, flowing beard and white hair. He has the jolly jelly-belly, though! xD


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fishskinfreak2008 7 years ago from Fremont CA

Interesting


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Tom Rubenoff 7 years ago from United States

This is a great hub for a father to read. Thank you very much for writing it.

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