When I was growing up I had, as most children do, conflicts with my parents. My parents were relatively strict, Mom more than Dad, and I was relatively rebellious. I say relatively because too much rebellion earned me a result that caused me to sit carefully for a couple of days.
Punishment was usually administered by Mom since Dad was in the Army and not always around. And let’s face it, when he was around the last thing he wanted to do was spank his little girl. I knew that and boy did I work it. Don’t we all?
That special relationship remained until my father died. Even through his illness, even through Alzheimer’s. Dad was Dad and would always love and protect me. I never doubted it.
Now I look around and wonder if little girls growing up now can be as sure that Dad will be there to protect and care for them. I’m not talking the despicable men that father children and then are not and never will be Dad. I am talking the Dad that loves his little girl. The Dad that little girls know will approve of her and love her no matter what happens. Sad, mad and spankings aside, love is there. And the little girl knows that. Only Grandpa is more forgiving and after all, he was a Dad once too.
I cannot even imagine what Dad would say to a President of the United States insisting that men and boys could go into a ladies bathroom with his precious daughter. I doubt he would have said a whole lot had some man attempted to enter a public bathroom when my mother and I were inside. I supect the image below would have been about right:
Dad was rather direct that way when someone or something threatened those he loved.
What I don’t see, or hear, is the voice of millions of father’s saying NO! I don’t hear the anger or the outrage I expected to hear. I don’t have a lot of faith in my fellow citizens anymore but I was sure this was one issue that would united parents against the Potty President and all his ilk. I hear the “sounds of silence” or something damn close.
I know what I would have heard just a generation ago. And it wouldn’t have been crickets.
Where have all the father’s gone? Where are the father’s who would fight to their last breath for their little girls, their wives, their sisters? Are there any left? Are their numbers so small that the sound of their outrage is but a whisper? Is this all there is?
Is the loving, caring father one more loss in this country where nothing is sacred and nothing is of particular value? Morals aren’t important – religion is disappearing and attacked everywhere – values? What values?
We have lost many things in this country. Good government – a decent justice system – a hard working stand on your own two feet citizenry and now Dads too?
I would not be one-half the woman I am today if my Dad hadn’t loved me and made me feel special and let me know that while he might not always approve of what I did he always approved of me.
Mom was very special and came to be my very best friend. She taught me much of what makes me the woman I grew up to be.
Dad, he made me feel special in a way no one else ever has since. I wonder how many little girls will say that in the years to come. I hope there are many. Because some of us just cannot reach our full potential without our Dad. Some of you are strong enough to make it without, I don’t think I would have been. I barely made it with.
And I look around at what is happening, the coarsening of the culture, the lack of morals, the sense of a lost decency and I worry for all the little girls growing up. My granddaughters grew up with good fathers. They may not always have been the best of men but they were always the very best Dads they knew how to be. I’m grateful that their father and I at least got that right. Especially since I have 7 Granddaughters and 3 Great Granddaughters
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