I'm The Girl Who Will Always Be Daddy's Little Girl, And Proud Of It

I'm The Girl Who Will Always Be Daddy's Little Girl, And Proud Of It

Even though my puppy dog face didn't work 100% of the time, thank you for the times it did.

An open letter from the girl who will always be daddy's little girl,

I've always been known to be daddy's little girl, even as I grew older he still always told me I will forever be his little girl. Through every little fight and argument, he will always see me as his little girl.

We've had our fair share of fights, but we've always worked it out, whether that took minutes or months - we have always figured it out. This article is for you and how I'm forever thankful to be daddy's little girl.

Thank you for always supporting me... Through everything I've always wanted to do, you always supported me. You never let me say the words "I can't" because you always believed I could. Even when I didn't make the best decisions, you let me learn from them and if I ever needed help, you are always there to give me advice.

Thank you for being my number one fan... You came to watch every one of my sports games possible and always cheered me on and were usually the loudest one there. You always get excited when seeing me do good at games or even on my worst days you kept my head high. You always told me where I could improve my weaknesses and told me about my strengths.

Thank you for never being disappointed in me... Even though I didn't make the best decisions when I was younger, you never said, "I told you so." Thank you for always talking through it with me to help me make better decisions for my future.

Thank you for the best of both worlds... Whether we were outside fishing or doing whatever, you always saw me as your little princess. You showed me how to grab a fish even when I was scared to and you even showed me how to shoot a gun. You treated me like I was one of the boys with getting down and dirty to being a princess watching me get dressed up for special events.

Thank you for making sure I was always happy... Whenever I was down, you were there to make sure my tiara didn't fall. You always worked your butt off to support me and made sure I always had what I needed. Even though my puppy dog face didn't work 100% of the time, thank you for the times it did.

Thank you for helping me grow but still be your little girl... 20 years later and you always will say I'm your little girl. Thank you for letting me grow and helping me to do so, making my own decisions, learn from my mistakes, and how to be the best me possible.

Thank you, Dad, for everything you've done for me and will continue to do for me. It will always mean the world to me.

I love you always xoxo,

Your little girl

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I'm The Girl Without A 'Friend Group'

And here's why I'm OK with it


Little things remind me all the time.

For example, I'll be sitting in the lounge with the people on my floor, just talking about how everyone's days went. Someone will turn to someone else and ask something along the lines of, "When are we going to so-and-so's place tonight?" Sometimes it'll even be, "Are you ready to go to so-and-so's place now? Okay, we'll see you later, Taylor!"

It's little things like that, little things that remind me I don't have a "friend group." And it's been like that forever. I don't have the same people to keep me company 24 hours of the day, the same people to do absolutely everything with, and the same people to cling to like glue. I don't have a whole cast of characters to entertain me and care for me and support me. Sometimes, especially when it feels obvious to me, not having a "friend group" makes me feel like a waste of space. If I don't have more friends than I can count, what's the point in trying to make friends at all?

I can tell you that there is a point. As a matter of fact, just because I don't have a close-knit clique doesn't mean I don't have any friends. The friends I have come from all different walks of life, some are from my town back home and some are from across the country. I've known some of my friends for years, and others I've only known for a few months. It doesn't really matter where they come from, though. What matters is that the friends I have all entertain me, care for me, and support me. Just because I'm not in that "friend group" with all of them together doesn't mean that we can't be friends to each other.

Still, I hate avoiding sticking myself in a box, and I'm not afraid to seek out friendships. I've noticed that a lot of the people I see who consider themselves to be in a "friend group" don't really venture outside the pack very often. I've never had a pack to venture outside of, so I don't mind reaching out to new people whenever.

I'm not going to lie, when I hear people talking about all the fun they're going to have with their "friend group" over the weekend, part of me wishes I could be included in something like that. I do sometimes want to have the personality type that allows me to mesh perfectly into a clique. I couldn't tell you what it is about me, but there is some part of me that just happens to function better one-on-one with people.

I hated it all my life up until very recently, and that's because I've finally learned that not having a "friend group" is never going to be the same as not having friends.

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Friendly Reminder To Give Your Parents A Break, Because They Make Mistakes Just Like Us

As far as I was concerned, the birth of my parents coincided with my own.


As children, there is a very obvious fact concerning our parents that we either consciously ignore or, in most cases, are completely oblivious to. And this fact is that our parents are, like everyone else, only human.

Up until recently, I never thought about who my parents were before they became "Mom" and "Dad." As far as I was concerned, the birth of my parents coincided with my own. And in becoming parents, I thought they were immediately bestowed with all of the powers that came with that grandiose title: unparalleled bravery and wisdom, unwavering patience and confidence, unrivaled strength and leadership.

Throughout my whole life, I have unfairly and unreasonably held them to these impossible standards of perfection, and when they failed to meet them, I blamed them for their shortcomings: whenever they would raise their voice at me, I blamed them for being mean. Whenever they refused to let me go out with my friends at night, I blamed them for being unfair. Whenever they couldn't offer me the "right" advice for my petty pre-teen problems, I blamed them for being unhelpful and even useless.

What I failed to acknowledge was the fact that my parents were not always parents. They were, and still are, the children of their own parents, meaning they hold within themselves all of the traits that come with that title: fear and naivete, impatience and uncertainty, weakness and inexperience. And so, it turns out that my parents are just children who are taking care of other children. Whenever they yelled at me, it is because they were capable of losing their patience.

Whenever they refused to let me stay out too late at night, it is because they were capable of being afraid; whenever they couldn't offer me the solution to all of my problems, it is because they were capable of simply not having all the answers.

And so we must remember that just like us, our parents are doing the best they can do, and just as they accept our best effort, perhaps we should learn to theirs as well.

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