She walks in the door after school.
Drops her back onto the foyer rug, it’s contents spilling everywhere, basically barricading entry through the front door.
Makes a bee-line…for MY cell phone.
“Excuse me?” I say, arms folded over my chest, toe tapping very sternly. “WHO do you think you’re calling. And on MY cell phone.” we have a perfectly fine land line but sadly, we can never find the phones. “Oh and…go get your crap away from the front door. It’s a slip and fall waiting to happen.” I say, in my best annoyed Mommy voice.
She holds up her pointer finger with the hand that isn’t holding MY cell phone to her ear. “Hold on, MOOOOMMMYY. I’m calling Dah-dy.” and she turns away from me, indicating that a) I should hold on. And b) I shouldn’t talk to her right now.
Yeah. Can’t do it.
“Which Daddy?” I ask.
See. I’m always confused. Because, she calls her Dad and her step Dad…Daddy. Pronounced…Dah-dy.
And quite frankly, whenever a conversation comes up with her that has anything to do with anyone named Dah-dy. I get confused.
I ask her if she has homework.
She tells me she has to wait for Dah-dy to help her.
I ask her if she wants to go to Sams Club.
She tells me she wants to go with Dah-dy.
I ask her if she has a test to study for.
She tells me that Dah-dy is much better at helping her study.
I ask her what she thinks about whatever it is I’m making for dinner.
She tells me that it sounds great but she’s going to dinner with Dah-dy.
It’s really confusing.
I KNOW!! It really is so sweet. And beautiful.
My daughter is so lucky that she has these two men in her life. Both of which she gets different fatherly things from.
Both, equally doting.
And she is a Dah-dys girl to BOTH men.
But honestly.
As much as I really do love this.
As grateful as I am that she has these close relationships with both her Dah-dys.
It gets really confusing, trying to figure out which Dah-dy she is talking about.
I guess I should be even more grateful that I’m the ONLY Mah-my.
Because I don’t think I could handle the confusion if I wasn’t.
She is WAY lucky. My step-dad hated me. The feelings were mutual.
She is very lucky. I think for little girls, having a strong father figure is important. I feel sorry for the boys she’ll date. One dad is tough enough, but two…
I have a great step dad too, but I got him when I was 18, calling him Dad didn’t seem right. I didn’t have as much luck (until recently) with step-moms.
It’s definitely a most excellent problem to have.
Your girl is very fortunate to have two very involved fathers in her life. Sometimes it’s tough enough to have even the one.
That is confusing, though. The nomenclature, I mean.
She is very lucky indeed. I finally have a good man figure in my life. My mom’s third husband is way awesome, more so than her, even! HAH!
How cool and special! My step Dah-Dy was my dad most of my growing up, my real dad was a schmuck. But I cannot stop laughing….I just hear “Mah-my” and “Dah-dy” in these rich Jersey accents everytime I read that!!!
Muchas luckias!
Definitely cute AND confusing! My youngest daughter does the same thing. Both her father and stepfather are Daddy. Especially when she wants something. lol
She is a VERY lucky little girl.
A few other things:
Thanks for your supportive comment on my post – I’ve been beat up over it quite a bit and it means a lot.
Apparently I live under a rock – I can’t believe I just found your blog – it’s adorable and I’m adding it to my feeder immediately.
when I was growing up I had my birth dad who never stuck around, my first step dad and then my second step dad… none of which lasted longer than a year… but I think for each of them I went through a daddy stage… and honestly? I think it drove my mom crazy because in reality all three were idiots! Ah, kids. 🙂