Your little princess will always love you daddy!
Any man can be a father but it takes someone special to be a dad. ~ Anne Geddes
My dad, my papa is that special someone – the strong and resilient force in our family. A soft and cuddly teddy bear and Superman, all rolled into one. Many who don’t know him well might say that he also has a bit of a prickly hedgehog in him, but that is only an occasional façade that is put up for certain professional circumstances or in personal situations where
he’s protecting his family. Otherwise he has a sunny disposition and the kind of personality that attracts people and easily befriends them. He can be reserved at times, but I know that is only when he is trying to read the person he is interacting with, perhaps a new acquaintance.
My childhood memories go quite a long way back and I remember little tidbits from when I was barely two years old. My parents introduced me to the magical world of music since I was in my mother’s womb. And since the time I can remember, daddy always played a vast variety of music for me from all over the world. He wanted to give me the chance to travel around the globe from the comfort of my home, from my dad’s lap. He appreciated and collected music from all corners of the earth and wished for his precious daughter to have the opportunity to absorb music the same way that he did. Dad has always believed that music is a very significant part of a child’s education, had great respect for it and he wanted his daughter to able to realize the importance of music and have a similar respect and appreciation for it as well.
Growing up in our household was a good mix of happy times as well as struggles and hardships. My grandparents, my dad’s parents, lived with us and even as a child I could see how daddy made a harmonious team with mummy and always made sure that his parents were well cared for and were always comfortable. He loved and respected them a lot. We went through a few rough financial patches, which I didn’t really understand as an 8 year old. But that was mainly because papa always made sure that it had minimum impact on his little princess. I have these wispy memories of hearing mom and dad having quiet and anxious conversations, but the moment I appeared in front of them, they would always have a smile and a hug for me.
On my journey towards adulthood I went through an assortment of phases – the cute and precocious kid, the somewhat rebellious teenager and now the more mature and responsible adult. I have always been my papa’s girl, but my teenage years were rough. I sometimes felt the need to break away. My loveable dad’s attention often made me feel claustrophobic and his stern actions against my defiant nature brought forth some extreme emotions. But dad knew what he was doing and simply smiled and calmed mummy down when she got angry at my behaviour. I think I inherited that attribute from my dad as I turned into a woman.
I am now an independent working woman and I want my daddy to have a happy and comfortable life with mummy, without the hard work. I want him to be proud of me and hopefully see all his good qualities reflected in me and my life and my work. I may be a grown up woman now, but I’m still your little princess and I love you, papa!