Daughters

angelicminx said:
Sunday, January 21, I got to snuggle with my daughter. She rarely slows down enough for that anymore. We were laying on the loveseat watching 'Dogma'. There wasn't enough room for us to lay side by side, so she decided to lay on me, her back against my chest, her head under my chin. After laying like that for about half an hour, I felt her relax and heard a soft snore. My baby had fallen asleep. She hasn't done that in at least 8 years. She slept like that for nearly two hours. I will never, never forget it.



aww. :cathappy:

:rose:

:kiss:


and a :( :mad: too... *sigh*
love ya, Minxie...
 
SelenaKittyn said:
both of my daughters look so much like me it's almost eerie! :eek: Although neither of them got red hair... both are dark brown-ish (although the 16 year old is currently blonde, and has been black... and blue... and even red... sometimes all at once! :) )

Well...my hair was purple at one time...LOL...well, purple in the back...
 
I have two daughters, 13 and 10.

The 10 yr old is an angelic, sweet, loving girl. I love her to bits.

The 13 yr old... hmmm. So far, we've had an overdose (she soon realised this was massively over-rated as an attention seeking exercise). Then came alcoholic obliteration - the hangover from Hell discouraged another episode of that. We've tried smoking... she knows more swear words than me (and frequently throws them in my direction). Whilst I hope one day we can be friends, all she wants from me at the moment is my cash, clothes and make-up. She's hormonal, bitchy, lazy, selfish, and I love her to bits too.

Life in our house is often explosive. :rolleyes:
 
cantdog said:
My daughter and wife were like cats, man, coming into a static field. When they approached each other, the hairs went on end and the snarls began. They disagreed about control issues, even the tiniest of them. Mom knew better, all the time, and daughter was resenting it, every time. I took a picture of the two of them, one on each end of the couch, glaring at one another, and i kept it in my wallet. It was the only pic of either of em I kept with me.

One day, my wife saw the pic, and she scored me roundly for carrying this thing around. I said it was typically what I saw, and she gave me a big ol fuck you.

When I deemed the seething had subsided a bit, I approached her. She accused me of playing my daughter off her, so that she would like me and blame her.

I said it happened to me with young men. I could be standing on a street and there came a young man, and you know, there was nothing about the little bastard I liked the look of. He just irked me. And objectively, you know, he was just a guy. I didn't know him, hadn't met him-- he had done nothing at all to rile me but exist and be younger than me. I said it was just the ape social system, two women in one household, and one had to be dominant. I was exempt because I had no place in the female dominance chain, that's all. Instinct. It's something you need to notice when it starts to happen, and to rise above.

I gave my daughter the same talk, or a variant. It helped quite a bit, but it's really in the grue. You have to watch it closely, it sneaks up.

Would you be up for coming by my place and helping me out? It sure does sneak up on you!

I wouldn't trade anything I've had the pleasure to experience with my daughter. She is the bestest even at her worst. Only problme is, she knows it LOL

She's 20 now, so we are just waiting for the turn around to where we are once again a part of her life, we know it will come, just not sure when
 
I have 3 daughters ages 33, 29 and 23. All three are grown and are Mothers now,so they understand me more. They call me when their kids are sick or when they do something funny and often just call to say "hi, I love you Mom".
They were sooo sweet when they were little, turned into witches as soon as they hit 13, and then by the time they graduated high school were all very capable young women. Don't get me wrong, life hasn't always been wonderful around them and even now that they are adults, I still want to shake some sense into them about some things. ( I do think it hilarious that one of my daughters has a 13 yr old now and she is pulling her hair out,just like I did!!)
I have lots of wonderful memories of my daughters while they were growing up and a few not so wonderful. I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.
 
Would you want them to be different?

SelenaKittyn said:
they do seem... more troublesome... :eek:

*sigh*

Look whose daughters they are. Would you really want them to be different? Would you like them to be docile and maleable and accommodating, or would you want them to be characterful and individual and self confident?
 
I have one, 13, going on 23. We are currently looking for grad dresses/ fabric to make etc. So far so good, talked her out of the $250 one, and she doesnt know I just bought two colours of fabric to make her two dresses for her to choose from. Hoping to keep them a secret as long as possible.

At her best, she is a great help, sometimes too helpful, like coming home from school to make sure her sick brother is getting enough to drink and eat when Im at school. (told her she didnt need to do that, he wasnt on deaths door!)

At her worst, all I can say is MIDOL! Attitude up the ying-yang, make up all over the house, q-tips hanging out the cats mouth cause she didnt put them away, make up remover pads stuck to your socks cause they are two inches from the garbage in the bathroom- daughters are grand!

Most memorable moment so far, watching her mature. Seeing her beat her anxiety of needles when she needed stitches last fall, having her ask adult type questions so she is in the know etc.
I cant wait for the day she brings home a man that she wants to settle down with, she makes me proud! (most days!) lol
C
 
My daughter and I have always been pretty good friends. There was a time when she was in middle school that we bickered and bitched at each other, but then she got past that and we were friends again. Truth is, my relationship with my mother was so adversarial so much of the time that I have bent over backwards trying to avoid that happening with us.

When she was a freshman in college or so, she and I drove up to Birmingham, AL for a house party. Nobody realized that we were mother and daughter until the last day. They thought we were buddies.

She is 32 years old and an assistant professor at the University of Houston--my alma mater, although she's teaching at the downtown campus instead of the main one. I tell people that now I don't have to feel guilty for never having given the alumni society any money...hey, I gave them a professor! Any yutz can write a check.

We're still great friends. I don't get to see her nearly as often as I'd like. She came to see us over Thanksgiving weekend and I treasured every moment she was there.
 
I have 4 daughters. Ages 23, 19, 10 and almost 6.

I'm as much a friend as a Dad to them. They're all my buddies, but also know the rules and not to cross me on them. We all wrestle with each other, and we all snuggle up too. Like Cloudy, my oldest told me when she lost her virginity. I was actually honored that she felt comfortable to tell me.

Girls are much easier than boys to me, perhaps because girls are what I know. My girls are everything to me.
 
My daughter has told me a lot of things, but not that. Nevertheless, I was glad that I was at last able to deduce that it had happened. She had an unpleasant event take place in her life when she was young, and for a long time I was afraid it would have put her off sex.
 
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