An ode to 'the girl' from daddy
I've had a lot of time with the kids lately. I think that is fantastic. Sometime I wonder if the three of them feel the same. Sometimes the things that I think are cool, or fun or educational are simply not on their radar. In fact, it seems some of the time that the only machine is the dork detector that lights up in my presence.
I find a way to share interests with each of them. For the boys, it is easy. We go hunting, grunt and do guy stuff. Hunting is the big one. I am not willing to explore if they were naturally drawn to it, or if imposed it on them. So, by luck or force, we share this. I have a few hunting stories, but we'll get to that later.
The girl and I have a great relationship. We can always find the time to do stuff together. She, however, is an entirely different animal than the boys. An animal, that I am not to proud to admit, I do not understand. Not even in the slightest.
My little girl is still my little girl. However, things are changing. I find that I am often shushed and then shooed to the side by the girl and her mother. Honestly, I have no idea what they are talking about. I am also pretty sure that the answer would scare the hell out of me.
So, now that we have fully established the fact that I am clueless and not qualified to handle many of the tortures she will go through, what's next.
So, I have to find things that we can have as our own. The old hunting thing used to work like a charm. We would all pack up and go together, sans mamma bear. She was never really interesting in killing anything. I actually kind of like that.
However, her mother's fierce competitive streak comes out in her with the BB gun. Competitive streak does not really cover it, my wife has competitive urges like Butte had copper, or the Range had iron ore.
There is something divine about watching a tiny gymnast kick the tar out of her brothers shooting cans off a ladder. To enhance this, she almost always wears pink and has to hold the gun under her shoulder because it is too big. Yeah, the boys love losing to that.
The problem, the boys have moved up to a 20 gauge and a 12 gauge. She is no longer interested in even coming along. I hope that this shift in the need to please her dad is not just the start of this action. We have to find something. Something those smelly boys can not do with us.
This is not where I say I have found the answer. That would be sweet. I have some great ideas. Some I know where we can have our "Madi/Daddy" time. Trust me, if there is one thing I know about the girl, it's that she will not give up until we do.
So, soon she will have her words of wisdom like the boys. The youngest is just plain funny, as previously covered. In his first youth hunt he missed a duck that was just perfect. Granted he is 8 and that is what was expected. He looked at me and said, "Why didn't I kill it?" I bluntly told him that he missed. What does Little Plato say, "Yeah, that would do it."
The oldest boy and I have become real hunting partners. His words of wisdom came at the expense of me, but well said. Just as he was nodding off he turned to me and said, "You are gonna have to tighten up with that new gun. I'm the kid. I can't be expected to kill everything."
The girl is smarter than heck and clever. She has come up with many great words of wisdom like naming dead ducks, a practice she is very good at. However, whatever she comes up with will be all the better because it will be all her own. She deserves it.