We’re both working parents, so we actually have the same exact amount of time to spend with her, which is not a lot. (We calculated that she spends as many hours in school as she does waking hours with us each week. Sad at times, but true.) Which makes whoever isn’t the favorite of the time feel ever the more slighted. I think about my own father and, honestly, don’t ever recall going through a Daddy phase with him, until fairly recently . . . actually, it’s now. It took me four decades to get here. Is it a coincidence that just as my daughter is wrapped up in her father that I now, after all this time, want to be closer to my own? I wonder. Seeing my own little girl, and the love I have for her, I feel so frightened for her all the time. Or rather, frightened by the thought of losing her at any moment. It’s a terrible way to live, I know, but it’s a hard feeling to shake. (I’ve had the same love for my animals, too!) With my father, now in his mid-70s, I have this same feeling of “oh shit, I need to get to know him better, I need to help him, I need to be there.” There’s not much time. I’ve been close to my mom all my life. 2015, it’s time for the Daddy Phase. There’s no age limit for wanting to bond with your father—or grandfather.
I’ve read other articles that say the Daddy Phase for toddlers will pass, telling mothers not to worry, but, if my daughter being wrapped up in her father continues to make her as happy as she is now, I hope it never ends. As for my father and me, I believe this is a new beginning for us, and I hope I find such happiness in my relationship with him, just in time for Father’s Day, and coincidentally his birthday. Wish us luck!
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