Daddy’s Little GirlPosted: February 5, 2008
Erin Margaret — Daddy’s Little Girl
You know, despite the look on this sweet girl’s face, being a parent isn’t always easy. Earth-shattering revelation, I know.
When Aidan was born, it was like, are you kidding me? A boy! Trips to Fenway Park, teaching him about sports, collecting baseball cards, riding bikes, playing video games. All things ‘boys’ do. I was convinced he and I would do those things.
And you know what? I’m still convinced that we will. However, if Renee and I are with him, I am second in his pecking order. It’s not even close. Mom is number one with him, bar none. It can be incredibly frustrating to be shunned by a three year old. I know he doesn’t mean it, and that things will change, but when it happens, that knowledge doesn’t make it any easier.
And, please, don’t get me wrong, we have a ton of fun. But when one of those ‘daddy rejection’ moments come along, it can be gut wrenching.
On the flip side, he and I have already started to talk about our first trip to Fenway Park together — most likely this year after his fourth birthday. He’s excited to see the Green Monster, Big Papi and to ride on a subway — especially if it’s “going to go underground.” Oh, and he wants to eat a hot dog, too. At first, he asked if Mom and Erin were coming. I told him probably not the first time. He didn’t like it, but he got over it. So that was progress. And there will continue to be progress.
When Erin came around, I had doubts to myself of, hmm, she’s a girl. Can we really do this? Well, let me tell you, we can. And it’s fabulous.
Erin and I are fantastic at doing one thing together — falling asleep. My most favorite time of the day is when I get to put her down for bed each night. Renee is usually giving Aidan a bath (because, as you could guess, he hates when I do it), so my job is to then give Erin a bottle and get her down.
It’s such an unbelievable time for me. We go to her room, sit in the rocker and away we go. After she’s done with the bottle, we stand up and walk around for a bit, which is usually the time when I sing her a made up lullaby and just melt when she falls asleep in my arms.
I know, since I used the phrase ‘made up lullaby,’ you’re wondering what it is. Well, there are lots of versions, but the most common is this:
Close your eyes, go to sleep, rest your weary head.
Close your eyes, go to sleep, time to go to bed.
Erin Margaret, Erin Margaret, prettiest in the world.
Erin Margaret, Erin Margaret, daddy’s little girl.
The last few nights, it’s been great because she’s trying so hard to stay awake and be alert, but she’s exhausted, and as I hold her, I can see her struggle to keep the eyes open before they close from pure exhaustion. She’s looking right at me with those big blue eyes and it’s beyond compare. It really is.
And then, once they do close, we sit back in the rocker for a few minutes before I put her in her crib. Although, inevitably, those ‘few minutes’ can sometimes be up to an hour when I end up falling asleep with her on my chest.
There is nothing better than that feeling. My little girl in my arms, completely zonked out. So once I wake up, I put her in the crib, cover her up, lightly touch her forehead and leave her room, knowing that, yes, we’ve bonded.