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I bathe and dress my daughter, and change my daughters diapers when needed.
I hold her in front of the mirror every day and tell her how beautiful she is in the hope of instilling confidence in her so she will have esteem and not be taken advantage of when she gets older.
I put her to bed every night.
I always....always...without exception, give her a kiss on the forehead when I strap her in the car prior to driving anywhere. Even if it's a one block drive to Target.
I restrict what she watches on TV to age appropriate and for how long. God forbid she get her impressionable and fragile mind filled with garbage or she become addicted to it and turn into a couch potato.
I read to her regularly. Even if it's the same story I've already read to her a hundred times. I want her to eventually build a solid vocabulary. And hear my voice. Anyone have a problem with that?
I want her cognitive development to be strong and solid. And if there's something wrong or if I'm doing something wrong, I want to know about it. I won't put my pride ahead of her well being.
I give her cuddles and piggyback rides. Because. Baby girls apparently love cuddles and piggyback rides.
I'm a real slave driver because I chase her up and down the hallway. Heaven forbid she learn to exercise and enjoy it. Let's pretend we don't hear the laughs and giggles now.
I make sure she is fed regularly. Perhaps what's most egregious is giving her milk every night before bed. Not like the vitamins will help with her well being or the calcium and protein will help with her muscular or skeletal structures or anything.
Speaking of which, what should make you truly aghast is I take her to the grocery store with me regularly and when in the produce section, let her pick out the apple she wants and let her eat it as we shop. Yes, I give her unlimited fruits: all the apples, bananas, and watermelon she wants. I'm a real ogre for not giving her candy and Ding-Dongs.
I play the same music I like to her. Yes, it's a lot of old and obscure stuff. Indeed much of it is what *I* was raised on by my father when *I* was a kid. But it's what I like. Heaven forbid I broaden her horizons or give her something to remember me by when I'm gone.
So she gets a little dirty when outside in the fresh air and sunshine on a nice day. Oh the horror. Deal with it. The dirt will wash off. The immune system and memories she will build will last the rest of her life.
I want her to someday be more educated, smart, and successful than I was. And to have the smarts, courage, and motivation to do so.
I bathe and dress my daughter, and change my daughters diapers when needed.
I hold her in front of the mirror every day and tell her how beautiful she is in the hope of instilling confidence in her so she will have esteem and not be taken advantage of when she gets older.
I put her to bed every night.
I always....always...without exception, give her a kiss on the forehead when I strap her in the car prior to driving anywhere. Even if it's a one block drive to Target.
I restrict what she watches on TV to age appropriate and for how long. God forbid she get her impressionable and fragile mind filled with garbage or she become addicted to it and turn into a couch potato.
I read to her regularly. Even if it's the same story I've already read to her a hundred times. I want her to eventually build a solid vocabulary. And hear my voice. Anyone have a problem with that?
I want her cognitive development to be strong and solid. And if there's something wrong or if I'm doing something wrong, I want to know about it. I won't put my pride ahead of her well being.
I give her cuddles and piggyback rides. Because. Baby girls apparently love cuddles and piggyback rides.
I'm a real slave driver because I chase her up and down the hallway. Heaven forbid she learn to exercise and enjoy it. Let's pretend we don't hear the laughs and giggles now.
I make sure she is fed regularly. Perhaps what's most egregious is giving her milk every night before bed. Not like the vitamins will help with her well being or the calcium and protein will help with her muscular or skeletal structures or anything.
Speaking of which, what should make you truly aghast is I take her to the grocery store with me regularly and when in the produce section, let her pick out the apple she wants and let her eat it as we shop. Yes, I give her unlimited fruits: all the apples, bananas, and watermelon she wants. I'm a real ogre for not giving her candy and Ding-Dongs.
I play the same music I like to her. Yes, it's a lot of old and obscure stuff. Indeed much of it is what *I* was raised on by my father when *I* was a kid. But it's what I like. Heaven forbid I broaden her horizons or give her something to remember me by when I'm gone.
So she gets a little dirty when outside in the fresh air and sunshine on a nice day. Oh the horror. Deal with it. The dirt will wash off. The immune system and memories she will build will last the rest of her life.
I want her to someday be more educated, smart, and successful than I was. And to have the smarts, courage, and motivation to do so.
I'm a terrible father.
There must be a point here somewhere, but I am missing it.
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