February is here. Now that it’s arrived I finding myself cringing, waiting for the parade of pictures to fill my news feed: Dad/Daughter Dances are upon us.
And I’m sorry, but the whole this is just weird. February, a time for love and romance has now been injected with a father/daughter date? A month full of lingerie, diamonds, and chocolate has now been oddly co-opted for nights where dads and daughters go out dancing?
Sorry, but I think it’s weird.
Somewhere along the way we’ve gotten our wires crossed and there’s this whole idea that a girl’s father is her “first love.” Ummmm. . . what? Fathers are not supposed to double as romantic partners. It’s just weird. And icky. I love my Dad and have a great relationship with him, but we’re not going to a dance together.
And I know what people are going to say before they say it: fathers need to show their daughters how they should be treated. I totally agree, but love is so much more than flowers and pretty dresses. Fathers show their daughters how a woman should be treated by respecting and loving their wives.
A girl can only have one father and that relationship is unique. It’s not a dating or romantic relationship. It’s not predicated on returned affection or appearance. It’s completely different than that and it should be.
So can we skip the bizarre, romantic date night with dad and have dads take their girls bowling instead? Or to dinner so they can talk? I’m 37 and I still remember talks with my dad about thing like boys and breakups and baseball. We don’t need pomp and circumstance for fathers to be their best–we need real life. Day in day out is where the good stuff happens and frankly, that’s how I prefer it.