Daddy's Little Girl

My daddy is the greatest of all men. He is a man of love, faith, and power. His love conquers all barriers people throw in his way. His faith moves mountains daily seen in his life and the lives of his children. His power...his power is that of a humble man who knows he has much. I am proud to be his daughter.

There is no one like my father. Recently, I had a great separation between me and my parents. My father was the one who was most affected. I lost something he valued a great deal. I realized something during that though. He was so hurt by my past mistakes and the news of them. He did not talk to me for several weeks at the news, a time that had never passed empty between us before. I did not understand and I was scared. My mom, I understood and had mostly expected her reaction but his had confused me. I knew he would be sad and disappointed but I did not expect him to be so taken aback. I think I was most upset by this because it was the first time I began to understand my father's love for me.
I acted out in rebellion because of my fear of being held back by my parents' love and their desire to protect me.

One night I remember sitting with two of my best friends and them discussing their fathers and how terrible they are. It was then that it truly sunk in that I was the only one of any of my best friends who had the possibility of having a good relationship with their birth father. I noticed how fortunate I am. My father isn't even a sometimesy father. He is my dad and I am proud to claim him. He worked hard to be at as may of my soccer games, orchestra performances, and the few academic activities I had. If I called him, he was there as soon as he could get in the car. I needed to be greatful for that. But I couldn't be at the time, because I was too caught into what I wanted my life to be to notice how much he loved me. I left that night only feeling guilty for how I had fallen short of my gratitude, but did not change my attitude.