"My arm is going to fall off," my husband said as he carried our daughter around like a football. He had tried everything to put her down to no avail. Our little six month old is not quite talking but she voices her discontent by saying, "uh uh" as in, "no way - uh uh - don't even try it." Play mats, exersaucers, blankets with toys and swings had all been rejected. I even tried to hold her the same way that he had but the "uh uh's" only increased in intensity. And each time I would get her within grabbing distance of her daddy, she would lunge toward him with a big gummy smile.
"She adores you," I told my husband as I tried again to take her from his arms. He rolled his eyes and smiled inwardly. He was eating it up. "The boys were not like this, were they?" I asked him.
"No!" he said. "Luke only wanted you and Drew was my buddy but nothing like this."
As he talked, her face lit up with smiles and coos. I started to walk away with her and her little hand reached out to stroke his back. "I think someone loves you as much as I do," I told him.
She is truly her Daddy's girl and I can't even begin to tell you how it delights me. I can't think of a better man to model how a man should love a woman. I can't think of a better man to show her how much love she deserves. Those are things she can only learn from him. And if it gives me a break from carrying her around? Bonus.
Have you noticed a difference in how your daughters are with their dad? What could you, as a dad, teach your daughter that her mother never could?