As a father, there are moments when I struggle to comprehend my daughter’s feelings, yet that doesn’t deter me from making the effort. Just recently, on a Saturday morning around 10 a.m., I found myself in the living room with my 7-year-old daughter, Lily. Dressed in her favorite blue nightgown inspired by a popular animated film, she was engrossed in drawing on her whiteboard. After our breakfast, while I was tidying up, I spotted a crumpled piece of paper on the table. Unfolding it, I discovered a rather interesting portrait—though the proportions were off, it was undeniably the work of a young artist.
In the corner, I saw her name: “Lily.”
“Did you draw this?” I inquired.
Lily turned around, her expression shifting from delight to alarm. “Dad, you need to give me that right now,” she insisted, extending her hand.
I stepped back, confused. “But it’s adorable!”
“No, it’s not!” she shot back, her eyebrows knitting together. This was her serious face, the one that signaled she meant business. “It makes me look like a total dork!”
She then marched over, snatched the drawing from my hands, and began tearing it to shreds, as though it were evidence of a heinous crime. Stomping to the kitchen, she tossed the fragments into the trash and retreated to the sofa, burying her face into the arm farthest from me, her little legs tucked underneath her.
I sat there, unsure of how to approach the situation. This kind of emotional turmoil happens often between us. With my son, I have a clearer understanding of his moods. When he shuts down, I know to give him space, and soon he’ll open up. But Lily is different. She wears her emotions on her sleeve, often expressing herself dramatically over seemingly trivial matters.
In this instance, I was at a loss. It had been a long night with our youngest, who was finally asleep, and my partner was resting. With only Lily and me, I was left to navigate this emotional storm alone.
I sat beside her and attempted to comfort her with a gentle rub on her back, but she swatted my hand away, still hiding her face. So, I remained quiet, feeling the weight of the moment stretch out.
Eventually, she broke the silence. “Samantha drew it,” she murmured.
“Oh,” I replied, recalling that Samantha was a girl from her Sunday school class. Apparently, she had taken it upon herself to sketch a likeness of Lily.
“I just look like such a dork,” she lamented, falling silent again.
While I wouldn’t take a friend’s less-than-flattering drawing to heart, I understood that this was part of the challenges I faced in helping my daughter process her feelings. It struck me that this was likely the first time she had seen herself through someone else’s lens. We’ve all experienced that moment when we question our appearance after seeing a photo: “Is that really how I look?”
“Listen, Lily,” I said gently, “your mom and I are total nerds. We wear glasses and geek out over books. It’s perfectly fine to embrace that.”
She released a deep sigh, as if to say, “You just don’t understand.”
And the truth was, I didn’t. As a father, I grappled with the realization that I might never fully grasp her perspective. It’s challenging to love someone so deeply yet feel a disconnect in understanding them. Honestly, I don’t fully understand my partner either. Despite my beliefs in equality and shared experiences, the differences between genders can often feel magnified during these moments with my daughter. I want her to grow up embracing her unique identity—body, mind, and everything in between—but achieving that is no small feat.
Finding myself at a loss for words, I remained silent until Lily finally spoke again. “I look ugly. That picture shows how ugly I really am.”
“Lily, I’m not going to tell you that was a bad drawing by a bad artist because I doubt you’d believe me. And honestly, I couldn’t draw you much better. But what I can say is that you have striking blue eyes. They’re beautiful! Your nose is petite, a trait you inherited from your mother. You have a warm smile that draws people in, and your listening ears catch things I often miss. Those cheeks of yours come from me, and while they might look goofy on me, they suit you perfectly. Your mouth asks the best questions, and that’s something I truly admire about you. If I could paint your portrait, that’s how I would capture you.”
Though she didn’t look up, I could sense her mood shifting; I could tell she was smiling because her ears perked up. Then, she turned and wrapped her arms around me, burying her face into my side.
As a father, I seize every opportunity to remind my daughter of her worth, hoping to instill confidence in her. The most challenging part is understanding that my perception of her doesn’t matter as much as her own self-image. I communicated this sentiment, albeit not as eloquently as I would have liked. She held me tighter, and I whispered, “I may not know if what I said changes how you feel, but I hope it does. I love you.”
We stayed like that for a while. I wasn’t certain if she felt entirely better about herself, but I sensed I had managed to lift her spirits, and for a bewildered father navigating the complexities of parenting, that felt like a significant victory.
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In summary, as a father, understanding my daughter’s emotions can be challenging, but every effort I make to connect helps build our relationship and her self-esteem.