re: Dads of daughters, I need some advice.

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ETA Today I picked up the younger girl from daycare. Just wait til you do the same and she comes walking out with a grin from ear to ear because dad is there to pick her up.

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This. Ever day I pick up my 3 yr old she comes running out screaming daddy daddy with a big smile. It makes my day.

5 yr old, she’s the one that makes me question what the hell did I do to deserve this. And not in a good way.

Great post, OP. I relate to this very strongly. What’s worse is when you start to look back on the past and wish you had done more.

I have no advice, but with both of mine I’ve made a little joke out of this phenomenon. I often tell them to stop growing up. It always ends in a smart remark and laugh to diffuse that feeling I’m experiencing. But it also lets them into my thoughts and how I feel about them.

I have an 11yo and a 2yo. No sons. I was, and am the typical southern, played football, baseball, amongst any other sports, while hunting, and fishing every chance I got.

God blessed me with my two daughters. He knew if I’d had sons they’d have turned into little bad arse, fricktards!! My girls are my life. They always have time for daddy, and bring out a much softer side of me.

My oldest is into volleyball in a BIG WAY!! She is now working with the LSU beach girls at Mangos in BR. Doing awesome. Youngest has reminded me of how amazing true innocence can be.

No matter how bad of a day I’ve had, or how bad the world is, when I come home to my girls, that’s all gone.

Both my brothers only had boys.... They are very jelly of me!!

It does'nt go away..3 daughters..2 married..grandson on the way...Love them as much now as I ever have..looking forward ti the future with their families and will do everything and anything to still see the smile on their faces..

Two things I taught my daughters:

1. How to drive a straight shift.
2. How to change a flat tire.

Did not read all the replies. If someone posted something similar I will do 3 laps around my house.

Yeah that’s how feel about my “Buuga”... I couldn’t imagine her being anymore perfect...

there will be other times you are delighted.

reading stories. reading the Hounds of the Morrigan.

line drive up the middle.

her first piano recital.

college scene.

when shes a balanced mature adult and takes you to a birthday dinner she pays for.

Congrats on the daughter, OP. I always pictured raising sons, developing the superior athletic ability passed down on the male side of my family, but found myself the single dad of a daughter. You have your own adventures to look forward to, but don't be alarmed if there are surprises, and some real doozies. Oh, the stories I could tell. Cherish every childhood moment because it will fly by (and document with photos/video/memorabilia).

Mine was a super high IQ kid (in the top 1/10,000th of the population). She matured far ahead of her chronologic age. By the age of eight she preferred the company of adults to that of other children. Took her college entrance exams at eleven and began attending classes at a university. By then I was just along for the ride, as though she had fast-forwarded through childhood. By sixteen she was flying to Europe by herself to visit friends, go to university study abroad, and work as a fashion model. She has been at various times an artist, ballerina, singer, actress, and most recently co-author of multiple research articles in behavioral sciences/psychology. She is now in doctoral graduate studies, working as a therapist, and will be a psychiatrist. It seems to have happened in the blink of an eye. All in all it has been much more entertaining than having a boy and sports. I still give her birthday cards that state her age as ten years younger ("Happy 10th Birthday!" when she hit twenty.) Just about the perfect daughter, except for the six months when she didn't speak to me, so be prepared for the fact that at some point you are still dealing with a female of the specie.