I’m close to forty and I have a friend who I’ve sort of adopted as my dad (he’s in his mid-60’s). I live far from my family, and don’t have much contact with them anyway, so it’s nice to have that father figure in my life. He’s the guy who I go to when I am dealing with life/business/parenting stuff.
My 4 yo daughter calls my friend Papa J. We went to Papa J’s office the other day and I took her with me. Of course she gave him a big hug and he took her out to see the “shop dogs” and pet them.
When we left, we were driving and my daughter asked, “Is Papa J your daddy?”
I sort of chuckled and said, “No, babe. Papa J isn’t my daddy. My daddy lives far away.”
And then she said something that made me tear up: “Oh. When you need a daddy, you go see Papa J?”
Kids are so perceptive, man. They get it.
My 4 yo daughter calls my friend Papa J. We went to Papa J’s office the other day and I took her with me. Of course she gave him a big hug and he took her out to see the “shop dogs” and pet them.
When we left, we were driving and my daughter asked, “Is Papa J your daddy?”
I sort of chuckled and said, “No, babe. Papa J isn’t my daddy. My daddy lives far away.”
And then she said something that made me tear up: “Oh. When you need a daddy, you go see Papa J?”
Kids are so perceptive, man. They get it.