He doesn’t wear a cape, he can’t fly and he doesn’t have superhuman strength, but in the eyes of my little girl, her Daddy is a superhero! The term ‘daddy’s girl’ is an understatement in reference to little S. It all begins and ends with Daddy; and for good reason. My husband is a hero…to us at least.
Their kindred relationship blossomed right from the start. I remember the first day we brought little S home from the hospital. I was having a very difficult time with breastfeeding. S wouldn’t latch and I was taking it personally. You carry a child for 9 months; scrutinize everything that goes into your body; take your prenatal vitamins; deliver your child through a gruelling labour, look your little miracle in the eye, fall in love and then you begin to breastfeed. It’s as easy and natural as that. Or is it? For most of us I don’t believe it is. I was heart-broken that everything I had envisioned was not going as planned. So there I was, devastated and crying while my child was rejecting me (or so it felt) and making it clear by using those tiny, tiny lungs to expel every bit of energy she could to muster up a scream. Naturally I pass my helpless child to my husband and she stops. A coincidence? It appears not because the two and half years that have followed have fallen in line with this same theme.
Recently, while we were at the park, little S witnessed a little girl (who was alone) crying and she asked me if the child was crying because she was missing her Daddy; not her Mommy, but her Daddy. It’s Daddy little S wants to comfort her when she is scared and who she runs to when she gets hurt. It’s Daddy who she desires to read bedtime stories and to brush her teeth. When we walk in the front door and Daddy is not home little S will smother his image in our family photo that sits on our console table with kisses when all I got when I picked her up was hug.
Though some days this hurts my ego, most days I am thankful for their special bond. And while I am not exaggerating this story, I am leaving out the love and affection I also receive from our not so little bundle of joy. Though most days little S does show a favouritism for my husband, I know she loves us both the same in her own way. I believe that the relationship a father and daughter have is a very important one. I feel that a strong, healthy relationship of this sort will help to establish standards for my daughter and create the measuring stick to which she will make her judgements and choices by. We are our children’s first role models after all. There’s no job more difficult or important.
Perhaps my husband hides his mask and cape under our bed and there is a strong possibility that he knows where the Bat Cave really is because recently I learned something about him; he really is a superhero…and after all these years I only just figured it out!