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Far Rider wrote: My Daughter (13), God love her, is so very special to me. Lately I've noticed that she is kinda smitten with her "Daddy".... I was told this is quite a normal stage... and I'd like to hear from a few fathers and or daughters and let me know if Ya'll have similar experience.



The other day I noticed it very strongly... we were driven in the car and she kept starin at me, commented several times about my choice of hats, they way my beard is trimmed, after shave etc ... just little flirty kinda stuff like that.

She has told me already I'm her hero and that in and of itself is humbling, but thats part of it too...

So, I'm throwin this out for discussion... Anybody?


you lucky dog She is so lucky too hehehehe

She loves her daddy!:)

So sweet!

I don't remember when my Daddy worship started but it's pretty much

never stopped!! Not so much in the flirty way, but just proud of him,

mainly his physical strength (my Daddy can beat up your Daddy )

and he's always been a "fine figure of a man"!



There's something about a Daddy who works 2 shifts, gets home at 8

in the morning and hitches up the horse trailer to take you to a show,

and coaches you all the while, and then heads back to work that night

with barely an hour's nap in between.



Something about a Daddy who gets off work at midnight and wakes

you up to go for a moonlit ride. A Daddy who wakes you up at 3 in the

morning to come see your little baby foal being born. A Daddy who

doesn't need to call the horseshoer 'cause he puts the shoes on your

horses himself.



A Daddy who has to have Mom roll up the sleeves on his shirt before

he goes to work so they won't drag on his biceps.



A Daddy who leaves you with a firearm and says "Shoot 'em through

the door if you have to, then drag 'em inside".



A Daddy who every fall brings home a ton of meat for the freezer.



A Daddy who is talked about among young men with great reverence...

"Bob Bryce's daughter you're going out with BOB BRYCE'S DAUGHTER?"



A Daddy that you can watch lovingly do ALL the care for your Mom who

is suffering from Alzheimer's.



Yeah, I worship Daddy, alright.



Sorry, got a little carried away there...

I think when I hit my early teens, around 12-13, I really appreciated what my father did. He worked very hard for us, and for many people. I would follow him around like a little shadow, and try to help him out.

I remember when I adored him the most. He worked sometimes as a part-time janitor in-between mission assignments, to put us in private school. He took me and my friend with him one day while he was cleaning. Oh, I was very bad. We ran around the room playing tag, and not paying attention to things-and I bumped backwards into the fire extinguisher on the wall. It would have knocked me on the head, and my father pushed me out of the way, but the fire extinguisher fell on his hand. Oh, he got hurt, very badly. He broke his thumb in five places. He never blamed me, or told me it was my fault, although it was. I understood then unconditional love, that he loved me and saved me from harm, and took the hurt from it. Oh, I took good care of him afterwards, when he could not hold things well until the cast came off, and continued to shadow him for the few years I had left with him. I was 16 when he died, I always will remain a mere shadow of the person my father was.

Aww Val isn't it great to have a daddy to worship....

Oh boy I can't remember when my true love of my father started I know I went through a spell of always wanting to be with him. We camped a lot and he loved to hike and fish and I always tagged along with him and my brother. He taught me how to find my way in the woods, how to bait a hook, clean a fish. He bought a little Honda 50 Motorbike and he rode the heck out of that thing and every time he got on I was like a magnet right on behind him. He asked me time and time again if I wanted to drive it myself I always said no, I really liked being passenger, when actually I just liked the fact I was with my dad, just he and I tooting through the bushes on the little bike.

One time he nailed the front tire between 2 small hidden tree stumps in the grass and blew the bike tire. He went head first over the handlebars, I was over him and our dog was face first into the back tire. Lucky we never went at break neck speed and we were all ok. But it was one heck of a hike back, and I would walk a bit then dad would stop and let me crawl up on the bike and he would push it along with me in the drivers seat. I was no older than 12.

On of my fathers most important skills was first aid, he was fully trained always and as kids my brother and I had chronic nose bleeds sometimes my brothers would last for 2 hours. My dad was who took over the nose squeezing for us till our noses were numb but in my adoring eyes he fixed them every time.

I had wanted to be a forest ranger at one time and my dad took us all on a great long hike up to a rangers station a top a mountain (we my bro and I were no older than 10 and 12) and he and the ranger talked to me for a long time about it.

My dad was a prominent man in this city back in the 60's and 70's in the oil and gas business and in my late teens I joined the field and I was proud to reply yes when they asked if I was Joe's daughter :-4

I love you dad

Far Rider wrote: Holy Hannah! I had no idea!

Val Thank you! Minks, Chonsi, MrsK too thank you again. Guess I better live up to this new found worship huh!

I just foudn the office of "Daddy" to be a whole lot tougher!


Naw it's all what you make it Far, and we know you are already a great Daddy and you will always be a great daddy.

I have two daughters 21 & 13. My eldest was certainly a "Daddy's" girl at the age of 13. As she got older she, quite rightly, needed advice that only her Mother could give. My "ex" always told me that my daughter always looked for my approval on everything she did and I believe that she probably still does. We often argue, as she still lives with me and is as opinionated as me (my fault), but I know she still tries to make proud ..... and she always will..... currently in Budapest on a Uni trip. My youngest was taken away from just over two years ago when my wife left and was always a "Mummy's" girl, which I was quite happy about as my wife needed that following the death of our other daughter. Sadly I don't feel that same link with my youngest, although I love her so very dearly. She visits me most weekends and is currently asleep upstairs. It always seemed to me that Fathers & Daughters / Mothers & Sons had the closest links, but this does change with age as it did with my Mother & Father as I grew up. My two pence .........

Far Rider wrote: You wanna know what I do with the ones I know she likes now?

At church I shake their hands with a death grip and make sure I tell em war stories where I killed the enemy fer lookin at me wrong!
Damn, if you don't sound like MY father! :yh_rotfl Scared the hell out of 'em so they never wanted to come back! But then, I got smart.....I never brought anyone home to meet scary dad! :p

My dad was built big. He was tall, dark hair and had the nicest looking body....very muscular and alway tanned from being outdoors. My girfriends use to drool over him. He didn't speak much and when he did, sounded like mafia, in that low deep tone. Yep...he use to put that death grip handshake on the guys and speak....ahahahah...guys looked like those bug eyed cartoon characters afterwards!

Farlie....your daughter is 13...just entering her teens. She's lookin' you over well to size up what kind of person you are, how you present yourself and what she'll eventually look for in a boyfriend! Scary, huh?

Far Rider wrote:

Well Basco one of them Lads swept you off your feet, and I know he loved you right, So tell me how he managed to get through your father?


I can't share that secret.......you'll store it in your memory bank to pull it up when needed and use it against your daughter! :p

Far Rider wrote: NO WAY!



Tonight while driving my daughter at break neck speed through the mud... I will reconfirm our promise to each other...



Her promise to me is to tell any perspective beaus that they have to ask me for permission to date her.... I have promised her that if they meet all my qualifications that she may then have her chioce to decline or date.



So worry not Jo! I have my 127 page questionaire ready, I administer the test while cleaning my service weapons... with my Special Forces flag draped behind me.






Far, my Dad always said any man who wanted to marry one of his

daughters had to take his 20 pound splittin' maul and touch the end

of their nose... using only their wrist... Dad could do it but none of the

guys could!!



:D

Far, Daddy worship is pretty common with daughters I worshiped the ground my dad walked on and it started about 10 for me. I look just like him so I was called little ANDY most of my life and that was fine by me. :-4 Enjoy it, its a beautiful thing, your her number one dad and she does worship you, and will her entire life. Your a good dad and that's a huge thing for little girl to have a daddy like you..!!

Savor it bro ! Each and every moment !

Your a very wealthy man.

Lately, my daughter has started phoning me at lunchtime for a chat and sometimes puts her friends on who apparently think I'm "cool".

I'm not sure if this is connected in any way to the imminent arrival of a half-brother.

Last night she told me that one day next week, she's going to school dressed as me. When I asked why, she said that they were having a theme day where they have to go to school dressed as their hero.

I was quite flattered, after all, I'm no Indiana Jones am I?

At the end of the day, I suppose this is a measure of how special our relationship is to both of us. She's a great kid and let's face it, this isn't exactly the first time I've written about her is it?

I always wanted a girl but it wasnt in the cards I guess. You guys are blessed.

I wanna hear how your date with your daughter went, Far!

Yeah, it's normal... and good for you both! :-4

At the time of my "smitten-ness" my dad was gone... dissapeared when I was 11, for 14 years... probably why I was screwed up for so many years... but we reconciled and all is well... and it doesn't wear off... he's still my hero!



I love you, Daddy!



I think what we girls value so much (some of us anyway) is that our Daddies allow us to be who we are and love us for it... but at the same time we know if anyone hurts us, Daddy'll off-em for they can turn and run!

speaking as a female

mums are great but at the end of the day - all the pressure is on dad

you are what we base our security on :-4