My daughter has the most beautiful relationship with her daddy. They have their own little songs they sing together, bedtime rituals, games only they understand. She’s his little buddy and I love to watch her chat with him in her little 3 year old way about her day or her thoughts. I’m currently on a very long night float rotation and my little one is having a hard time keeping her sleep schedule. Many nights my husband declares that she is going to bed at 8pm on the dot. I often find her snuggled up with my hubby in bed after they’ve stayed up late watching “one more Dora” or having a jam session in his studio. There is so much beauty in their father daughter relationship. It is deep and substantial and real. I hope their strong bond continues as she gets older and helps her to continue to be strong and self assured. My husband and I love raising this beautiful girl together.
A few weeks ago I was talking to a fellow resident (and mom of 2) about the typical mommy guilt involved with being a resident and spending time away from your kids. She’s struggling about choosing a specialty and worried about the damage a more rigorous specialty would cause to her kids. Somehow we got to the topic of her husband having to comb hair and she mentioned that her daughter actually prefers her daddy’s more gentle approach to her mom’s attempts at taming her hair. And then we starting talking about all the daddy daughter bonds both of our daughters have and reflected that without their busy mamas, our daughters may not have had the opportunity to form these strong attachments.
My daughter is proud of my work at “the doctor house.” The time I spend with her is my most treasured and I think our relationship is amazing. How awesome is it that she also has just as enriching and fulfilling a relationship with her daddy. And, I’m not suggesting that dads never form close relationships with their daughters in all other work-life situations. However, just think of how many women you know who report troubled or complicated or loose ties to their fathers. Maybe our girls would have formed all these same attachments no matter what careers we had. But, on those days of horrible mommy guilt, it’s nice to think of my baby girl and my hubby dancing, singing and rocking out to their own song.