Monday, February 28, 2011

Magical Moment 389, "The First Time She Called Me 'Daddy'"

"It was just her and her mom for a long time when we met, and naturally she was a little protective of her mom when we began dating. I tried to plan activities that the 3 of us could do together and over time, we became good friends. Three years went by and I asked her one day after I picked her up from school, 'How would you feel about me and your mom getting married? Would that be okay with you?' She looked down shyly, but I could see that she was smiling. I knew it would be okay.

Our relationship shifted after the wedding as I took on a more paternal role. I was involved in her school decisions, her daily life, and her discipline. I always loved her, but now I loved her like my very own daughter. She still called me by my first name and I didn’t blame her. I knew I could never fathom the feelings and emotions of a preteen girl and I just wanted her to be comfortable with our family situation, though I secretly longed to hear her call me Dad.

One day she got home from school before her mom or I were home from work. This happened occasionally and she proved herself responsible enough to begin her homework and household chores without supervision. But on this certain day, the weather was horrible. Ear splitting thunder and flashes of lightning made it an eerie day to be alone. All at once, the power went out in the city and I got an urgent phone call from her pleading with me to come home. I dropped everything I was doing and raced to the house.  

I parked in the driveway and ran soaking went up the porch. I unlocked the front door and opened it, entering a pitch black room. “Hello?” I called out. Then I heard footsteps running down the hall and into the entry way. She wrapped her arms around me and cried, 'Daddy!'
I hugged her close and kissed her hair. 'Shhh. I’m here.'"

11 comments:

Linda said...

This is a lovely story, Elizabeth. Is it fictional, though, or the true story of someone of your acquaintance?

Elizabeth Grimes said...

Linda, it's sort of a mix of both! :)

Hilary said...

Nicely done, Elizabeth. I have to wonder if you're that little girl...

Sly said...

it's kinda weird to see a female writing as if she is a man...and you have no children...sooo...we need more to this short story...its little confusing.

Elizabeth Grimes said...

Hilary, it's not about me. I was just inspired by something I heard a while ago. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks so much.

Sly, sorry you were confused by the story. It's a little different than my normal posts. I don't think I'll be changing anything though. Thanks for reading.

Emelle said...

I love this one!

Rick said...

It expresses the essence of what being a 'daddy' is. Well written, without being overly sentimental.

laughwithusblog said...

The blending of families...I wish more real life stories had such happy endings.

Debbie said...

Great Story!

Steve Gravano said...

Beautifully written. I only have sons, but that feeling of being needed by your children is second to none.

CherylK said...

What a beautiful post! This resonated with me on a lot of levels, Elizabeth, because when my husband and I got married, I had two daughters. The very first time they called him Dad was such a special moment. As far as they're concerned, he's the only dad they've ever had.