Origin, as in where something begins or starts, seemed a fitting title when I was prompted to write what was on my mind. It also seems an odd title given that I thought it time to explain my relationship with girly-girl a bit. Shouldn’t be hard should it? After all, she’s my daughter even if I don’t like the girl stink. Unless there is an x-rated expose there really shouldn’t be anything outside of the obvious should there? Well, there is. Many tales have unexpected twists and this one is no exception.
At the time of here birth I was present. All fair and good but a bit uncommon. My trade was an unpredictable one that saw me frequently take a walk about. Sometimes I would practice disappearing for a few days, sometimes a few weeks, sometimes for a few months. Never knew the when, where or the how long. These mysteries saw me waft in and out of her first two years. Many a time I walked in to kiss a sleeping girl, shower, sleep and kiss her goodbye all before she had had the long night of sleep one her age needs. Hated doing it but it was what needed be done.
This resulted in a toddler who pointed at a picture and called it “Daddy” but who also oftentimes didn’t recognize daddy after not seeing him for six weeks. She would then fetch the picture and have me kiss “Daddy”. Oh well…., things. Change. And change they did! One day, right around her third birthday, something happened. It was quite a something indeed.
We’ll skip the details but background, training and sheer dumbluck saw her diagnosed with cancer. Got lucky, got very, very lucky. Had not a minor thing given it away, she would have died in her sleep eight or nine days later. Needless to say, then it would have been too late. Instead of too late, it was just in time and life took a turn. The turn led past the funeral home and into a new world for us both.
I said “no” in a profession where that isn’t said and reported to a hospital instead. We were there most of the time for the next year and frequent visitors for quite awhile after that. It wasn’t all bad. I got to know my girl and she got to know “Daddy”. We had a giggly, goofy ball. We were the odd birds in the wing no doubt. It is very unbecoming to laugh during such dramatic things you know. ‘Tis only right to be freaked out and crying, how dare I bring gaiety to suffering! Pfffttt…., whatever….
We had fun, we worked as a team and talked. It is possible to do such in an age appropriate way even with a three year old. Later on she was able to be with me in my new industry. Got her up, got her ready, got her to daycare/school, picked her up and brought her back to work with me. Our days, weeks, months and years passed quickly in love and laughter. She no longer had a picture called “Daddy”, she had me. Much better in my humble opinion.
The prevailing legal norm (regionally) gives the mother the child. Girly-girl fails to see the humor in this. A bit of work produced an outcome that sees us together far more than is normal for this area. Good. Soon enough that time will likely increase. Good. But for now, we are patient and we enjoy our minutes. We do have fun, whether as we work hard or as we work to get the other going, we definitely have our fun. We have it and, now, you have a better understanding of how we got to be us!