24 years ago I became a dad.
Or a father? Or a beloved man for the young lady?
Who am I to my daughter?
This is the question I am trying to answer for the last 5 years, from the moment my girl got married.
They say the father is the first and the most important man in his daughter’s life. Is it true? And does it have to be true?
I love my daughter more than anything in the world. She was the most beautiful kid and now she is the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I like her kindness. Her smile. Long dark hair.
I gave her anything I had. But was it enough?
I cared about her and care now. But I never have a sincere talk with her. She never opens her heart to me. We aren’t close like father and daughter could be. And it is killing me.
When she was a kid, I helped her with her assignments, we went to the market together, played chess. It seemed she enjoyed my company. I didn’t think about the connection then.
And later… she entered her teens. And I lost the habit of talking to her. I didn’t know how to. I wasn’t tender enough. And she needed it.
That was my mistake. That excessive rigidity ruined our communication.
And now, when she is a smart young woman, I adore her. But she doesn’t need it.
I missed my chance. But I want to warn young dads, who just started their dads’ ways.
Don’t be afraid of showing your love.
Don’t be strict.
Just be there for her is not enough.
Speak to her. Spend time with her. Be her friend.
Sometimes, you are too tired or have no time. But, please, never sacrifice the time with her.
Treat her like a princess. And she will treat you like a king.