Confessions of a Daddy’s Girl.

erin and dad-sonora

Hi. My name is Erin and I’m a Daddy’s Girl. Hi, Erin.

Seriously, though. Look at those pants. He must be cool if he was rocking those striped pants back in the ’70’s (I couldn’t really compete in that Little-House-on-the-Prairie dress they had me in).

Bottom line, that look of delight I’m giving him? The way I’m hanging on his arm? Little has changed in the last 35 years. I’m old enough to know now that no one is perfect, but he does a damn-fine job impersonating it so that I have trouble telling the difference.

My father gave me away twice. The first time is where he earned some of his super-hero status, cause, let’s be real, it was a shit-show. But, he did it anyway because I couldn’t be dissuaded (tragically – See item no. 1).  The second time around? Everyone knew I’d hit the lottery so, sorry Pop, no points for showing up on this day. (Note: there is no photographic evidence from said “shit show” because all photos were mysteriously burned and stuffed into a voodoo doll made into a certain person’s likeness. This pic is from my second wedding…the one that did not take place at The Little White Chapel on the Vegas strip and that was not widely regarded as “some of the stupidest shit you’ve ever pulled.”)

erin's wedding-down the isle

So, what is it that causes this daddy’s-girl-itis? Is it that he turned 70 last year and still races cars? Or that I can call him any time with a loaded question like, “so what should I do if the garage door is doing this?” or “why would the washing machine be making that sound?” and his response is, inevitably, “I’ll be over in 20 minutes”? Or that my favorite fatherly advice from him still is “if you wait until the last minute…it only takes a minute”? Or, is it caused by the fact that whenever I’ve succeeded at anything, throughout my entire life, he was never the least bit surprised? Hm. Probably all of the above.

And, to my mother, I say this: I get it. Rest assured, turnabout is fair play and I am now the mother to a 15-year-old daddy’s girl that gives even me a run for my money. And I am the proverbial chopped liver. I guess it’s my own fault, though. I’m married to the second-best man I’ve ever known and I can’t even blame the kid for worshipping her father. (No matter how annoying it is at times.)

So, to all the cape-wearers, enjoy your Father’s Day and enjoy your hero-worship. Don’t doubt that you’ve earned it in a thousand undefinable ways that will likely never be put into words.

Erin and Pop

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  14 comments for “Confessions of a Daddy’s Girl.

  1. June 18, 2014 at 7:20 pm

    Why has nobody commented on this?? I think that is awesome. Granted, I am the focal point of a daddy’s girl myself, but I love that last minute bit.

    • June 18, 2014 at 7:29 pm

      Thanks, Jonas 🙂 Yeah, I went 1-1 on the daddy’s girl thing (one daddy’s girl, one momma’s girl). Oddly, my 19-year-old absolutely adores me. Certainly softens the blow when my 15-year-old forgets I’m in the room 😉

      • June 18, 2014 at 7:39 pm

        I only have the one thus far, I’m sure I’ll get a boy who does the same if there is a second child. And 19…? That doesn’t appear possible. And if so, tell me your youthful secrets.

      • June 18, 2014 at 7:42 pm

        Lol…that would be my post, “When Looking Good Becomes Looking Good for Your Age.” But my *real* secret? Only post pictures of yourself that are at least 5 years old.

      • June 18, 2014 at 7:48 pm

        I can’t do that. I just started growing into my face this last year. Maybe I will be really good looking in five years? I’ll just post blurry, dim Instagram photos from now until then.

      • June 18, 2014 at 7:53 pm

        Well, when you have a baby face like you, it’s not really a concern. BTW…I do find your photos perplexing. In your little avatar pic, you look like you’re about 23. In the “Mad Men” photo (as I refer to it) on your blog…you look about 35. ?

      • June 18, 2014 at 7:56 pm

        I’m a chameleon. You guess which age I am, and I will reward you with the virtual highest of fives

      • June 18, 2014 at 8:01 pm

        29. Yes, I just split the difference.

      • June 18, 2014 at 8:04 pm

        Kind of you, but Mad Men would have won it.

      • June 18, 2014 at 8:26 pm

        Well, thanks for the high five on my losing guess 🙂

      • June 18, 2014 at 8:28 pm

        Anytime! Thanks for lightening my age by a few years.

  2. June 22, 2014 at 4:16 pm

    The pictures are adorable!
    Just some appreciation from a fellow daddy’s girl 🙂
    Loved this post!

    • June 22, 2014 at 6:23 pm

      Aww…thank you 🙂 Yeah…it takes one to know one, right? 😉

      • June 23, 2014 at 10:48 am

        Absolutely 🙂

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