{"id":1151,"date":"2011-04-29T21:30:56","date_gmt":"2011-04-30T03:30:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/semperjase.com\/?p=1151"},"modified":"2011-04-29T21:30:56","modified_gmt":"2011-04-30T03:30:56","slug":"does-she-have-to-grow-up","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/semperjase.com\/?p=1151","title":{"rendered":"Does she have to grow up?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>OK, I&#8217;m a big Merlin Mann fan. Last week, Merlin <a href=\"http:\/\/www.43folders.com\/2011\/04\/22\/cranking\">posted an essay<\/a> (language warning) that tells of the death of his father when Merlin was 7. He also tells of his own 3 three-year old daughter. That is the part that gets me. It hits too close to home. <\/p>\n<p>My daughter is only a year older than his. She is a quintessential &#8220;Daddy&#8217;s Girl.&#8221; Every night at bedtime, &#8220;I want Daddy to put me to bed&#8221;. If she wakes up in the morning before I wake her, she yells, &#8220;DAAAAAAADyyy&#8230;.oh DAAAAAAAADyyy, I&#8217;m awake!&#8221; When I get from work, she will run across the room to hug me while yelling &#8220;Daddy! I&#8217;m SO glad you&#8217;re home. I missed you.&#8221; This in spite of the fact that I normally go home for lunch, so our separation was is normally no more than about four hours. <\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5265\/5670981966_9c76c5ed93.jpg\" title=\"Butterfly Fairy Princess\" class=\"alignleft\" width=\"299\" height=\"500\" \/>A couple of weeks ago she said, &#8220;Daddy, I love you so much, I promise I&#8217;m never going to leave you.&#8221; Just a couple of nights ago, she mentioned that I missed her birthday party in December and asked if I would be there for the next one. I assured her I would be. Last night, as I was drying her from her shower, she told me, &#8220;Daddy, I missed you when you were here and we were in Denver.&#8221;  Our family was reunited months ago (an eternity in 4-year old time), but that 4 month absence of me living in another state while we prepared to move still haunts her, but I know that is because she thinks the world of me (how intimidating is that?). It is a strange experience to be the center of someone&#8217;s universe.<\/p>\n<p>I know one day she will stop calling for Daddy in the middle of the night. Someday she will not need me to just sit and hold her because she isn&#8217;t feeling well &#8211; or to sit and hold her because she is feeling well and just wants Daddy. Someday I will not get the kisses or feel those tiny arms hugging my neck as hard as she can squeeze. Someday she will not ask me to &#8220;do God bless you&#8221; and cross her forehead when I drop her off somewhere. And someday soon she will not need me to lay down with her before she goes to sleep. But she does all of that now and I love it every time. <\/p>\n<p>That is why I make her breakfast most mornings even when I&#8217;m running late for work, and it is why I get her ready for bed almost every night &#8211; even on nights when I ask Honeybun to do it because I have a splitting headache (like last night) but cave in because she says, &#8220;I want Daddy to do it.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Someday she won&#8217;t need Daddy to do things for her. But maybe someday she will read a much neglected blog and understand how much her Daddy loves her. <\/p>\n<p>She makes me happy. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>OK, I&#8217;m a big Merlin Mann fan. Last week, Merlin posted an essay (language warning) that tells of the death of his father when Merlin was 7. He also tells of his own 3 three-year old daughter. That is the part that gets me. It hits too close to home. My daughter is only a &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/semperjase.com\/?p=1151\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Does she have to grow up?&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1151","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-me"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/semperjase.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1151","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/semperjase.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/semperjase.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/semperjase.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/semperjase.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1151"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/semperjase.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1151\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/semperjase.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1151"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/semperjase.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1151"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/semperjase.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1151"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}