{"id":1765,"date":"2010-11-29T09:35:23","date_gmt":"2010-11-29T16:35:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=1765"},"modified":"2025-11-02T21:42:32","modified_gmt":"2025-11-03T04:42:32","slug":"dad-vs-daddy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=1765","title":{"rendered":"Dad vs Daddy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>I love my Dad.\u00a0 I love him like the 47 year old woman I am.\u00a0 I&#8217;ve accepted him for the human he is and I love him faults and all.\u00a0 It&#8217;s a plain, simple, uncomplicated feeling.\u00a0 I&#8217;m over the common\u00a0 issues of him not living up to any silly parental <em>ideal<\/em> I personally have which somehow translates into &#8220;I don&#8217;t deserve love cuz he didn&#8217;t love me like the ideal&#8221;. <\/strong><\/span><strong>My self esteem isn&#8217;t wrapped up or crippled by what he did or didn&#8217;t, does or doesn&#8217;t do.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>There is no heavy thought or gushing about it.\u00a0 I love him.\u00a0 He&#8217;s a big oblivious geek-type who has never really known how to handle his opinionated, dominant-personality oldest daughter.\u00a0 I know I baffle him. (Hell, I baffle most of my family.) But I also know he loves me anyways.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>It&#8217;s all very civilized and warm and grown up.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>But sometimes&#8230; sometimes the little girl in me just wants to love her Daddy.\u00a0 She wants to go back to that all-encompassing pure love of just going up to him, gushing with emotion and saying, &#8220;I love you Daddy.&#8221;\u00a0 And feeling him hug me back and say, &#8220;I love you too.&#8221;\u00a0\u00a0 Somehow this level of innocent expression seems so much more valuable.\u00a0 A treasure I gave up to be a grown up.\u00a0 And a part of me wants to experience it again.\u00a0 Love him like that, even if its for just a minute.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>And I don&#8217;t think Dad will mind it much to be &#8220;Daddy&#8221; again.\u00a0 To be hugged by the little girl he watched grow up, learn not to need him and change into someone who saw him just as another person.\u00a0 One she loved, yes, but just another person in her life.\u00a0 Not &#8220;Daddy&#8221; anymore&#8230; the most important man in her existence.\u00a0 No, I don&#8217;t think he&#8217;d mind feeling that for a single minute.<br \/><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Now, if you&#8217;ll excuse me.\u00a0 I have to go make a phone call&#8230; <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8220;Hi, Dad?&#8221;<br \/><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love my Dad.\u00a0 I love him like the 47 year old woman I am.\u00a0 I&#8217;ve accepted him for the human he is and I love him faults and all.\u00a0 It&#8217;s a plain, simple, uncomplicated feeling.\u00a0 I&#8217;m over the common\u00a0 &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=1765\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1765","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-joy-of-family"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1765","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1765"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1765\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5074,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1765\/revisions\/5074"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1765"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1765"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1765"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}