Reasons I'm A Daddy's Girl

11 Reasons I Am, And Will Always Remain, Daddy's Little Girl

My dad is my right-hand man and always will be.


Everyone has always told me that I am so much like my mom, and that my mom and I are attached at the hip. Although that might be true, no one really knows that my dad and I are just as attached at the hip as me and my mom.

My dad is my right-hand man and always will be.

1. He is my go-to Sunday football buddy.

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Watching Sunday football is a must in my family β€” well, for me and my dad at least. My little sister and mom could care less about who's playing who and at what time. My dad and I are always on the couch with snacks, ready for the Giants kickoff and to see who wins and who loses.

2. He taught me how to drive.


Trust me when I say that it took two years for me to get my license. From the moment that I got my permit, it took me two years to master driving. I give major props to my father for teaching me how to drive β€” and for actually getting in the car with me, even though I probably almost killed him every time.

3. He's my go-to handyman.

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There have been plenty of times when I needed my dad to fix something or put something together. When I moved into college, his first and only job was to move my furniture around, put together my furniture and fix the furniture that was damaged. He's my muscles when mine aren't strong enough.

4. My car troubles are his car troubles.

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When I have my dad's car, there is an 80-percent chance that I will call him with a question. "Dad, the check engine light is on." "Dad, how do I open the gas tank?" "Dad, what kind of gas does your car take?" "Dad. can I have the guy pump my gas for me?"

And even when I get my own car, he will still have to answer my calls about the check engine light being on and what type of gas my car should take.

5. He sends me memes.Β 


There are days when I am just in a funk, and he will send me a meme through iPhone gifs and completely brighten up my day. My dad has a sense of humor that only he and I understand, and we'll laugh for days about it.

6. He knows my coffee order by heart.

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Every Saturday and Sunday, I wake up and open the fridge to find a medium iced latte with whole milk and sugar (no caramel) from Dunkin Donuts. My dad knows that it is always the weather for an iced latte, and it brightens my day when I wake up with Dunkin Donuts and breakfast ready for me.

7. We can have serious conversations about our country without getting butthurt.

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With all the political conflict going on in our country at this time, we always make time to sit at the kitchen counter and talk about the crazy world that we live in. Even if our opinions clash, we never walk away upset. We always leave trying to understand the other's thoughts.

8. Our common love for "Law and Order: SVU" and "Chicago"


Every Wednesday β€” and now Thursday β€” we hunker down for two to three hours and watch all the "Law and Order: SVU" and "Chicago" that we can handle.

One of our bonds comes from our mutual love for Detective Benson and Sargent Hank Voight.

9. His AWFUL dad jokes always make me laugh.


My dad might be worse at telling dad jokes than President Obama, but they always make me laugh. My dad is notorious for telling my sister and me dad jokes while we're cooking dinner, on the way to practice or just eating breakfast.

And the funny part is that he thinks he is so funny β€” when, in fact, the jokes are just so stupid. But it's the stupidity within the jokes that makes me love them.

10. My dad is the ultimate cheer-and-dance dad.

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My dad is the carpooling, drop-off cheer-and-dance dad that all the moms wish they could marry. My mom got lucky with such an amazing husband, who loves driving an hour to take my little sister to cheer basically every day. He sits in the gym and records her, so that she can watch it and work on her mistakes.

Every dance show I've had β€” aside from a few, when my sister had cheer competitions and my parents split up for the day β€” he was front and center recording them for me, even though we did the same six or so dances every time.

11. My dad is and always will be my best friend.

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I may put my dad through a lot of stress, but he will always be my main man, my go-to, my buddy and, most importantly, my best friend. I love him no matter what. He will always be my hero, and it will be that way forever and always.

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To The Dad Who Didn't Want Me, It's Mutual Now

Thank you for leaving me because I am happy.

Thank you, for leaving me.

Thank you, for leaving me when I was little.

Thank you, for not putting me through the pain of watching you leave.

Thank you, for leaving me with the best mother a daughter could ask for.

I no longer resent you. I no longer feel anger towards you. I wondered for so long who I was. I thought that because I didn't know half of my blood that I was somehow missing something. I thought that who you were defined me. I was wrong. I am my own person. I am strong and capable and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

In my most vulnerable of times, I struggled with the fact that you didn't want me. You could have watched me grow into the person that I have become, but you didn't. You had a choice to be in my life. I thought that the fact that my own father didn't want me spoke to my own worth. I was wrong. I am so worthy. I am deserving, and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

You have missed so much. From my first dance to my first day of college, and you'll continue to miss everything. You won't see me graduate, you won't walk me down the aisle, and you won't get to see me follow my dreams. You'll never get that back, but I don't care anymore. What I have been through, and the struggles that I have faced have brought me to where I am today, and I can't complain. I go to a beautiful school, I have the best of friends, I have an amazing family, and that's all I really need.

Whoever you are, I hope you read this. I hope you understand that you have missed out on one of the best opportunities in your life. I could've been your daughter. I could have been your little girl. Now I am neither, nor will I ever be.

So thank you for leaving me because I am happy. I understand my self-worth, and I understand that you don't define me. You have made me stronger. You have helped make me who I am without even knowing it.

So, thank you for leaving me.

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My Mom And I Do NOT Have What Lorelai And Rory Had, And For That, I'm So Thankful

But where she leads, I will follow.


There are very few people I know who dislike the Gilmore Girls TV show. We've all admired the quiet and idyllic town of Stars Hollow and the warm and cozy feel of Luke's Diner. We've all experienced the highs and lows of Rory growing up, and we've loved choosing whether we're team Dean, Jess or Logan. We've all appreciated Rory's literary references, Sookie's love for baking and Kirk and Taylors' quirky personalities. But one of the most entertaining aspects of the show has to the dynamics between Lorelai and her daughter, Rory.

For me, Lorelai and Rory's witty and comedic banter makes the show. I can't imagine being part of such a peppy, caffeine-and-takeout-food-loving duo that always knows the funny thing to say. Wherever these two go – whether it's the town hall meeting or Luke's Diner for the third time in a day – they manage to have a ball of a time because they have each other. And honestly, who wouldn't want that? Watching this TV show has led me to idealize their seemingly-flawless mother-daughter relationship, and to examine my own.

My mom and I are on completely different planes on cultural references, so our conversations don't include jokes about the latest actors and shows. We'd want to go home to take a nap if we were to walk endlessly arm-in-arm around our own hometown, and we would be out of a house and home if we spent as much time at our local dinner as Rory and Lorelai do. Not to mention that, if my Mom and I imitated the Gilmores in consuming copious amounts of food and coffee, we'd explode.

As much as I love the Gilmore bond, I'm still glad that I got the mom that I did. Unlike Lorelai and Rory's relationship, there is a clear mother-daughter divide between us, which I have learned to appreciate. My mom has been there to guide me through both amazing and challenging times and to give me wisdom that she's learned from years of experience. She's been present to give me encouragement about how to do life and how to make friends and how to deal with that one person who's really bugging you. And she acts like a moral authority and encourages me to always be the best me that I can be.

I'm not saying Lorelai doesn't do these things – in many ways, I see her being encouraging and uplifting and altogether-awesome, just like a mom should be. But I also know that she falls into the big sister role because of the smaller age gap between her and Rory, so she fills the shoes of motherhood in a different way.

Although we're not Gilmore girls, I am still thankful for the happy home life that I have. For one thing, I'm so fortunate to have a Dad who lives in our house. My mom and dad's marriage are strong and full of love and makes a house a home. And while I understand that Rory doesn't have a stay-at-home dad as a staple (Gilmore Guys just isn't as catchy), I definitely appreciate the perks of that in my own life. Similarly, it's also really, really nice that my mom gets along well with my grandparents! Sure, we don't have weekly Friday-night dinners with them, but I'm glad that every time we do get together, we don't have awkward dinner-time arguments at the table.

And yeah, even though we aren't Rory and Gilmore, my mom is still one of my best friends. We go mall shopping until either her back gives up or we need to pick up my little brother. We sing along in the car to ABBA music and we laugh about the latest drama in our church. We go on exciting outings, like free movie showings at the library and local teahouses. I try to be interested in her historical fiction dramas, and she tries not to be shocked by my comedy shows. We spill the tea together – even though she's still not 100% sure what 'tea' means. I'd love to be a Gilmore girl, but all the same, I'm glad my mom and I aren't. She's still the Lorelai to my Rory – if Lorelai were a cardigan-clad, nap-loving woman who sneaks vegetables into our dinners. And you don't need to be a Gilmore girl to have someone you can do the adventure called life alongside with.

All in all, I'd say we are more than blessed if we have someone we can follow, where they lead.

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