Daddy’s Girl

When I got the call that my father transitioned I screamed out “No! I wasn’t ready! I thought I had more time!” It was a piercing scream that still goes off in my head today.

It was always my desire to have a normal daddy daughter relationship with my father. Like most girls that watched television growing up; you desire those moments that melt your heart. The heartfelt scenarios when the father is there and fully present.

Instead I found myself attached to my mother and not really close to my dad. My father was in the household from childhood until ninth grade. Then my parents got divorced. It was difficult to mend a relationship that was not consistent.

My father was present in the home but worked a lot with ministry, helping the community and military duties. Like most of you would say, that’s a good thing, right? My answer is absolutely. My fathers deeds were amazing, he was a major asset to the community and our country. I applaud His service.

My point is while building and doing the will of God I didn’t see him as much. I knew that my Dad was doing so many impactful things but he was missing in action for me. My dad had other flaws but what mattered the most was the time not spent.

I didn’t get to do daddy daughter dances, talks with Dad about boys or the dad that was hard on me about boys. My teenage years I honestly needed my dad the most but there was so much disconnect I had to figure it out on my own; with the help of my mother.

So, yes I had a dad that was there but he was also not there. I wasn’t Daddy’s little girl my entire life but in my adult years I was blessed to gain those daddy daughter moments. It took time for me to truly forgive and let go of the past but I did. I was able to call and talk to him, spend time with him and enjoy his company.

The beauty of God allowing me to become a daddy’s girl is truly amazing. I found myself happy to speak with my father instead of dreading it. I loved our talks. We talked about God, life and his past. I learned so much about my dad before he transitioned. So to my loud scream at the start of the blog, yes I wanted more time with my dad. It was just getting good.

My encouragement to you as you read this, if your father is still alive please cherish the moments. Every moment matters regardless if he is a perfect or not. Just trust God with your process.

So, yeah I am a Daddy’s Girl and I’m proud of it. Took me a while to get her but I made it

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