There are fathers and their sons, and there are fathers and their daughters. Believe me, nothing is as powerful as the relationship between a father and his daughters. I should know. I come from a family of girls and have my own family of girls. Dads adore and are very protective of their girls.
My daughters have their Dad wrapped around their little finger. They ask, and he melts.
Occasionally in the morning, my 7-year old will wake me to show off the latest trinket her father has bought for her. I always get the same response from him. "She really wanted it." "It wasn't that expensive."
I admit the little one with her huge eyes and long, dark lashes can be pretty convincing when she is determined to get something, especially when those eyes get all wet with tears and her soft cheeks turn red. We do our best to stand our ground, but my husband is more apt to give in.
That's a bit surprising for a man who grew up with very few girls. He has two brothers and lost his mom to cancer at a very young age. I bet he never imagined that he would grow up surrounded by women. There's me, our two daughters, our dog who's female, and even our goldfish is a girl!
I have to admit he's adjusted just fine. I used to wonder if he wished we had a boy to share his love of sports and to take out on the golf course. Then I realized, he does that with his daughters! He just bought the little one her first set of clubs. Pink, of course!
I salute my husband this Father's Day. For making the women in his life feel loved and protected. For showing us what a good father really is. And yes, for spoiling us now and again!