As a guy, it is often hard to connect with daughters. I don’t play dress up or do tea parties, so the common interests are usually not there. That being said, as a father of three daughters I do believe it is important to spend time with them one on one, to be their White Knight.
In the spring each year, I attend a daddy-daughter dance with my girls. It is an excellent time to take them out on the town and have fun. It has a dual purpose in my mind however as I am modeling for them what a future date should look like. We dress up. I take them out to dinner. I open the doors and put on their coats. I talk to them about them. You know all the things we want for them out of a potential suitor.
Working late at the office one night, I got the call. “Hun, you might need to come home. I am talking with our son and I’m not sure what to do,” says my wife. “Can you tell me over the phone?” My reply.
“No, not really, can you please come home?” I could hear the distress in her voice.
My mind is racing. I don’t even remember the ride home, but I am sure it was not one that would have been approved by local law enforcement. Bursting through the door I see my son sitting in our dining room, tears in my wife’s eyes.
“What’s going on I ask?”
“You might want to sit down,” replies my wife.
“I am fine would someone please just speak?!”
My son looks at me and drops the bomb, “Dad, I’m an Atheist.”