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Dating Part Deux

“Dad, I read your blog.” says Jennifer.

“Cool, you can’t date until your sixteen.” advises dad.

“What about your blog and when I’m ready for boys and dating?”  she asks.

“You are never going to be ready!” laughs mom.

This brings up the whole other half of the equation.  What about your daughter’s dating?  I think it’s fair to say that it’s a subject many dad’s jest about, like the shotgun in the lap, but in reality don’t want to talk about it.  My sister passed away at twelve years old, so I did not get to witness any future teenage years involving my parents and my sister.  You could say that I am completely clueless on how to deal with my daughter and future boyfriends that will come into the picture, so I am thankful that my oldest is a son and that I have been able to watch how his female friends’ parents handle things thus far.

The number one rule seems to be have the boys come to your house.  We haven’t seen much of my son over the last year on Friday and Saturday night because there is always something going on at some young lady’s house.  The daughter stays home and invites over a handful of people for playing on the Wii, scrabble, movies, ect.  The crowd is always co-ed and the parents are always home.  Some smart people sure live around here.

Not to be biased, but my daughter is blonde, blue-eyed and 5′9″ and getting taller by the minute.  I know the boys are going to be coming, but we still have time.  She is still taller than most boys her age and that can be intimidating to the young men.  She still seems interested in just hanging out with her girlfriends. 

Got to go polish my shotgun.  See ya!

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My Oldest Daughter

The nature versus nurture argument is a great topic for conversation especially when it comes to family members.  It’s relatively easy to understand why your hair is black and your eyes are blue.  Developments in personality and mannerisms are a different story.  Am I that way because of the way I was brought up?

Karen and I have always agreed that our oldest and youngest seem to have my personality and our middle one Jennifer, the oldest daughter, has her personality.  I’m more of the goofball and liking to joke around.  My wife is more of the serious and determined nature.  Due to her shyness and guardedness, she comes off as aloof at times.  This is also how I would describe my daughter.  It’s hard to get them to laugh.  They can be a tough crowd, but when they do laugh, you know you were truly funny and it’s the most wonderful sound to my ears.

It hasn’t been that I’m disconnected from my oldest daughter.  At times, I haven’t felt as connected to her as the other kids.  Her interests and mine are at other ends of the spectrum, similar to her mom and I.  For husband and wife it is opposites attract.  For father and daughter, it can be challenging.  Jennifer is very feminine.  There is not an ounce of tom boy in her.  I really can’t have a conversation on scrapbooking, shopping or fashion and she can’t watch a minute of football or listen to a minute of Dane Cook.

However, I am pleased to say that right now I feel more connected to her than ever.  She recently turned fourteen years old and seemed to transform overnight.  That’s the way it seemed to me, but she’s probably just been changing incrementally and I’ve just noticed.  Maybe it’s the other way around and I’m the one that’s changing?  I don’t think so.  There’s a refreshing spunkiness about her right now.  She has a lot to say about a lot of things.  She’s funny and witty and has a lot of good comebacks.  I have really enjoyed our exchanges.  I enjoy watching her grow up.  I’m lucky to have her.

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