My wife got pregnant at about the same time as many of my friends’ wives got pregnant. My friends all wished for sons and talked about what activities they could not wait to do with their boys. Then there was me, all alone in my wishes, practically praying for a daughter. My prayers and wishes came true when Addie Paddy Pudd’n Pie, kissed the boys and made them cry was born. That’s my little girl. She is also known as, the Moosh, Paddy Wagon, Curly Headed Cutie, Naughter Pants, Girlie Poo and Pooly Girl.
Addie has become one of my closest friends. She is a very unique girl for a number of reasons. I let Addie at the age of three have a cup of ice cream in the back seat of my car only to arrive home with ice cream melted all over her face, clothes, and my back seat. She had fallen asleep mid-cup. I have taken her to soccer practice only to watch her refuse to play soccer anywhere near other kids, even though she had the distinct ability to kick the ball exceptionally well for a three-year-old girl. I have taken her to gymnastics and as she waited in line for her turn to do the uneven bars, watched her break out into full dance at the moment an Avril Lavigne song came on the loud speakers throughout the gym.
I have watched her be bullied by the neighborhood boys and wished that I could somehow convey to her that in ten years she will have the upper hand and those boys will realize their mistake. Addie has picked arguments with me and has been able to identify the irrelevant parts of my argument in order for her to win the argument (as a lawyer, I cannot help but beam with pride when she uses these tactics against me, even though the arguments can be frustrating).
Here is a little more about Addie to help you understand what I am dealing with and why I am so terrified of when she turns fifteen:
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