Fathers and Daughters

My daughter is trying to blog daily. She gets up at 630 each morning to have time to do it. I love reading what she writes. She is growing into an incredible young lady. This is her latest post about her Daddy….

When I first hit teen years I had no idea what my dad would go through, sometimes it still baffles me.  One of my frequent phrases was, “why is Daddy always angry at me? Why is he always telling me to take my nose ring out and to wear higher cut tops?” What I didn’t understand at the time, and still don’t sometimes, was that Dad still sees me as the innocent nine year old who would run to greet him at the door, instead of the tall, almost adult, 14 year old who is always ready to go out when he comes home.

During my 13th year I really struggled with the rules that had suddenly been set down. Not being allowed to date, or wear what I want or draw tattoos on my arm made me rebellious and disrespectful. He was working really hard to protect me and…

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