As a rule, dads don’t generally like boyfriends. We love to make threats about what will happen to them if they hurt our daughters, or step out of bounds. These threats often involve shotguns and unmarked graves located in the swamp. We are unmercifully critical of them, and we are unlikely to cut them any slack whatsoever.
This is probably not much different than how parents of boys feel about their potential girlfriends. And I’m sure there will be parents who are as skeptical of my girls as I am about their boys. But being the father of two girls, I can only write about how I view boyfriends.
One reason for this universal hatred of boyfriends is the thought of these little hormone gremlins doing unimaginable things to our daughters that shouldn’t happen until she is married, which shouldn’t be a day before her sixty-fifth birthday. Unfortunately, every dad was once a hormone gremlin himself. We know how they think. We know how they operate.
And it cannot be overlooked that teenage girls can be encouragers of the hormone gremlins. Teenage girls are quick to learn the power they hold over boys. This makes for a deadly combination, and it is for this reason that we are ever vigilant and suspicious of their every action.
Another reason for us to persecute boyfriends is perhaps to weed out the weaker ones from the pack. I have constant nightmares about her marrying some deadbeat and moving into my basement for ten years while he finishes hip-hop album.
In my mind, there is no boy worthy of my daughter’s hand in marriage. But knowing that her getting married is inevitable, I do my best to make sure our daughter ends up with the best husband possible.
But when I really sit and think about it, there is yet another reason beyond the other obvious ones, that dads hate boyfriends so much. That reason is simply not being willing to give up the monopoly that a dad holds on being their daughter’s hero. A boyfriend is someone who might eventually end up stealing that title.
I mean who is this punk that he thinks he can just come in here and win my daughters heart with nothing more than his cocky sense of humor and his seventy-five dollar pair of baggy jeans?
Where was he when she was a baby? It wasn’t him who cleaned up all those poopy diapers or walked her for countless midnight hours while she screamed at the top of her lungs. Where was he for all those skinned knees, bruises, and hurt feelings that I comforted her through? Where was he when her first hamster died and together we held a backyard funeral service? He wasn’t the one who had protected her and kept her from harm for the last sixteen years. He hadn’t even come close to earning an equal place in my daughter’s heart. It’s not fair for him to even have a chance!
Then I remember that I was once that punk kid showing up at another father’s doorstep . . . hoping to steal the affections of his daughter. I have to stop and tell myself that whichever one of these annoying punks’ ends up winning my daughter as his wife may not have earned the right to be her hero as much as I had, but maybe only because he hadn’t had the chance yet.
So as painful as it may be, I realize that I must grant this Johnny-come-lately temporary permission to be my baby girl’s hero. I will give him a chance to earn the title. I will allow him the opportunity to become my daughter’s protector and comforter. And later still, to become everything I was to my daughter, with his own son or daughter . . . my grandchild.
So whichever one of you my daughter ends up picking, take this temporary permission that I give, and use it wisely. Earn the right to be called my daughter’s hero, and the hero of my grandchildren. Because if you squander this chance, or fail to live up to this title, you will have me to deal with, and the stories involving shotguns and shallow graves in a swamp, may end up not being just stories after all.
I’ve lived through this one.
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Hopefully you made it through without having to murder anyone …. Hopefully I will too.
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I’ve lived the other side and it’s no picnic either. Nobody will ever be good enough for our kids.
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My friends who have sons are every bit as protective of them as I am my girls.
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Amen to your last sentence.
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Boyfriends beware!!!
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Ok, if you haven’t heard Meghan Trainor’s song ” Dear Future Husband” then you should. It’s the perfect song for our daughters.
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I will give that song a listen!
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A good friend of ours (who has 2 daughters & 5 boys) would say – “I have 15 acres, a shovel, and a gun”… But it’s the brothers who are worse. I’d hate to be the poor sap who tried something inappropriate.
Hard to say which end of the deal would be worse for son if he ever dustespected or inappropriately treated a young lady. It would definitely not bode well for him in this house.
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Sometimes I wish my girls had some brothers to do some of the butt kicking.
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From the daughter perspective, I may have the love of my life by my side… but, my daddy will always be my #1 hero! He passed when I was 18, there’s not a day goes by I don’t wish to be able to talk to him and tell him about my day! I miss him so much!
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I’m so sorry to hear that. But it is also encouraging to hear how dear you still hold your dad to your heart.
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Let’s hope that your daughters choose someone who is as thoughtful, kind and caring as you. That is a lovely post. 🙂
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Thank you. I have great girls who bring out the best in me.
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Great post, that of course, made me laugh out loud. I understand as far as my son goes, but I assumed my daughters would make the right decisions, as I did. Whaaaaaa????? And there’s the echo of my father saying whaaaaaaa?????? Well, they seemed good decisions at the time. I do worry about my son. I worry that his future wife (whoever she may be) will keep me from my future grandchildren like a tigress protecting her cubs, even though I’ll be the best mother-in-law in recorded history.
But I totally agree with Tena Carr, who commented above. The brothers are THE WORST. When I had my first date, my father called my brothers, who were adults at the time, to come back home for reinforcements for this poor guy who would never call me again. He rang the doorbell, I rushed for the door, and behind me were my two brothers and father. They all shook hands and then my brother closest to me in age (7 years older) said something to the affect of “touch her and die.” Poor guy and poor embarrassed me.
So poor Blunderdad, who doesn’t have sons to reinforce him. You’re on your own, lol.
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I have friends with daughters. We get together and dig holes in the back yard and clean guns when there is a boyfriend alert.
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Yes, brothers are very protective of their sisters. They start at an early age too. My daughter’s boyfriend of 18 months, had me fooled and I am not easily fooled. He was respectful to me to her, he held car doors open and came inside to pick her up instead of honking or texting that he was here like so many do these days. I was confident he was raised right and genuinely like him.
Then he turned into a creep and broke my only daughter’s heart.
The entire time my youngest was telling me he didn’t like him, turned out he was right all along.
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Id kill him. Or maybe hurt him at least.
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I’m so dreading when my daughter gets to that age. She’s seven right now so I’ve still got time to adjust, but it’s still in the back of my mind.
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I’m surviving so far. My daughters seem to have good heads on their shoulders in spite of me.
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As my 7 year old had planned her wedding when she was 3, groom included, Hubby Dearest has had to work out his emotions for a while!!! He’s definitely of the ‘no ones good enough’ ilk!!!
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3?! Ohhhh boy.
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Yup, from clothes, to food, music to thank you cards… It was all done! And the groom too!!! She’s very organised!!!
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No matter who ends up sweeping your daughters off of their feet, you will always be their hero. Even if their boyfriend/husband who happens to be an excellent mechanic, who can rip carburetors apart and put them back together with their eyes closed, they will still feel the need to call Dad first when their car breaks down. Or when they need to discuss this year’s garden layout… Or when they want to bitch about a sibling… Or when they need advice… Or when they just need a reminder that they are still #1 in someone’s life. 🙂
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I sure hope so.
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