This is a tale of two daughters, one blonde, one brunette. The blonde was born first and came out of the womb as a petite, pink and rosy little bundle of joy. The brunette was born some 18 months later, slightly larger at right under 8 lbs. The problem with her was that she was demanding and loud. She turned red and squalled when her needs weren’t properly met.
The mother of these two little princesses was happier with the rosy cheeked, docile child who would let her change her clothes fifteen times a day and be like a little doll she could tote around and show off. The unruly child ran away at 18 months old and was brought back home by a police officer who knocked on the door with the kid behind his back and asked the mother if she’d lost something. The mother said, “Why no, officer, I didn’t lose a thing.” The officer pulled the brunette princess from behind his back and replied, “I think you did.” The mother gasped and grabbed the princess, embarassed yet again at the demanding child.
Enter the father. He believed in his little impish brunette princess and never passed judgement on her. He made he feel loved, adored and treasured. He instilled her with his own virtues.; honesty and integrity and a bit of humor. He’s a true Sir Galahad, the perfect knight, the one that was always there for the brunette brat. With his guidance and the benevolent neglect of the mother, the brunette princess became a strong woman, able to take care of herself , independent and sassy.
What happened to the blonde princess? Well, she’s still in the mother’s ivory tower and being coddled over.
Having a father to be her champion made all the difference in the life of the brunette princess. She is lucky to have him and for him to let her be who she was born to be. The best kind of father of all, for sure.