Friday, June 13, 2008

On Father's Day, I'll miss my own Daddy

My Dad has been gone for several years now but I still miss him daily.  I was always "Daddy's Little Girl".  My Dad could do no wrong.  I look like my Dad.  Well, my features are more like his.  I have his blue eyes, his coloring - hair, skin tone, and nose.  He was my hero and always will be.

One great memory I have of my Daddy is the one and only time my Mom left him to babysit me while she went somewhere with my Granny.  Daddy and I were in the house most of the day.  He was watching TV and I was playing with my dolls.  He fell asleep in his recliner and I decided that one of my dolls needed a haircut.  So off to find the scissors, I went.  I was probably 6 or 7 then.  Not really old enough to use my Mom's "good scissors" by myself.  But that fact wasn't gonna stop me.  All I knew was that Sabrina, my doll, needed a haircut and I was gonna give her one.

So I drug a kitchen chair over to the buffet that we had in the kitchen and where my Mom kept the scissors and dug them out of the top drawer.  Since my Daddy was asleep in his chair, I didn't want to bother him with having to get them for me.  I took the scissors and Sabrina and sat in the living room floor behind my Daddy's chair.  I used to sit in the same place and play for hours.  I liked sitting there because I was close to my Daddy and I was next to the bookshelf where I had all my books and some toys.

So I cut off Sabrina's long beautiful blonde hair and made her look soooo bu-ti-ful!!!!  When I was done with my masterpiece of a haircut, Sabrina looked like Dorothy Hamil or Mary Lou Retton.  She was so cute and let me tell you...for a 6 year old to be doing the cutting, the girl looked FIERCE!!!!

I had finished the haircut and just sat there playing with Sabrina and some other toys and telling Sabrina over and over how pretty she looked.  I was gonna ask my Daddy if he thought so, too, but he was still asleep.  I heard my Mom come in the door and walk in the living room.  Then I heard "Junior!  What happened here???" really loudly, like only a mother can do.  My poor Dad was still asleep in the chair and jumped up asking her what she was talking about.

She had come home to find blonde hair strewn all over the floor behind my Daddy's chair and then, as she got closer, she saw me sitting in the middle of it with her good scissors right next to me.  I remember looking up at both of them and saying "Look, doesn't Sabrina look pretty???  She needed a haircut and I did it all by myself."    I said, "Mommy, I even layered it."

After my Mom got through with me, she set her sights on my Dad.  I really think my Dad got the worst of it that day.  And from then on out, he was never asked to watch me again.  Poor Daddy.

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