Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Woman Called "Dad"

Morning Readers,

     I'm not trying to brag or anything, but I have a scar I'm very proud of; its fading, pinkish hue and jagged edges suggest a Captain Quintish type of bravery. Alas, I can't attribute it to my exquisite shark-wrestling skills; I was more of a whale in the situation. No, this battle trophy represents my body(after nine months of waddling like a porpoise, enduring horrific back pain, and being excluded from the sweet pastime that is having a Gin and Tonic) triumphantly and unapologetically, birthing two, brand new human beings into this crazy world we call home. It just makes sense then that my daughter turned her beautiful face up towards mine this week, and babbled, "Da Da". ........................badmomsayswhat???

     Face of a cherub, hands liken to pudgy little bear paws, my baby girl is the sweetest, most adorable squish of a miniature lady. From the moment I saw her, I knew that that I not only loved, but would do anything to protect her and the surrounding areas her tiny feet happened to pad around on. Sure, I could see a few mother/daughter tiffs down the road, but for the most part, what I gathered from the blue eyes staring back at me, while tucked away in our hospital room, was anticipation of many great years to come.
     So for the last nine months, I've bathed, fed, rocked, burped, played with, and comforted my darling angel. And what do I hear in the wee hours of the morning?


     Using my few powers of deduction, wee bit of mother's intuition I posses, and the knowledge that Daddy is buried under the covers, blissfully unaware that he's being summoned anywhere, I trudge into my daughter's room, only to be greeted by much excitement and hand clapping.
Yay! Dad's here!
     Not sure what I've done wrong at this point, I can only wonder where all my "Ma"s and "Ma ma"s are. I've coaxed, bribed with cookies and logged countless hours of repeating the same syllables over and over...but to no avail. I'm Jane Goodall afloat in a sea of baby-chimps who don't know my name. I am Dad.

Eh..we'll work on it.

Until Next Time Readers!