—-Just In Case You Ever Wonder —-
just in case You ever find Yourself wondering just exactly ‘what’ Your little sees when she looks at her Daddy….
[thinks hard and strikes a thoughtful pose]
how big you are when she is at her very tiniest.
open arms ready to hold her when she is frightened.
a safe lap-refuge for when her world gets too big for her.
warm eyes filled with loving acceptance of who she ‘really’ is.
Just In Case You Ever Wonder…
[settles in and puts her feet up and looks around to see what she all missed while she was on her gone-a-cation…..]
[bolts up outer her seat} HEEEYYY [eyes widen]…who hid every single one of the secret specialist of the special cookies???…..[looks around hawk-eyeing for clues]
[follows cookie crumb trail…..which she is shocked to discover that it ends suspiciously at the large feet of her sweet stuffie, Flower]
[haands on hips] hmm….i see SOMEone has gotten away with some rather—SHOCKingly-princess-ly behaviors while i’m gone…..we SHALL be discussing this, just so you know little miss Flower [looks sternly at her stuffie]
[huffs indignantly]….after all…EVERYone knows you MUST always, always remember to consume milk when you eats cookies…[nods her little head most emphatically]
cause thennnnnn……that gets to be [mimes air quotes] ‘HEALTHY’…and that be a most important fact to say to Daddies…[thinks hard] in fact, when i really put my thinker cap on…
[adjusts hat brim]…i thinks it might even qualify as the most perfect breakfast ever to exist in the world of perfect breakfast-es, don’t You agree Daddy Wolf???
[giggles to self…..sighs….them cookies be calling me ever so much latelies…..[sighs] -DLG
iit’s all about me.
i bet you didn’t expect to have such a needy little girl
after all, what little girl isn’t so very small, so very sweet, and of course, so very adorable. like me.
and one would think that having a little/babygirl, is easy-peasy,
a walk in the park. that all she really needs to be happy is smiles and sunshine, rainbows and glitter, lots of Hello Kitty, to skip happily along clutching her Daddy’s hand tightly and confidently in her own, and by God, if she gets the rare and most thrilling chance to rescue a new stuffie from certain abandonment it will be ALL she will want to talk about with You in extreme detail and excitement for at least a week. Pffttt…no problem. You got this.
because You do those things.
You learned the name of her stuffies, and
You listen to her chitter-chatter on as she pleases
and lo and behold; Your work here is done because beyond that,
well her needs are only basic needs that every other person in this world might need/want/require in a relationship after all. You got this.
one WOULD think that.
one would tell themselves that
one would believe that.
and that would be okay
because they didn’t know.
but i know. i know the awful truth.
i know that i consume you—
because i know it’s all about me.
from small, sweet and adorable me, You face a long list of daily, constant barrage and i know it’s really because——
it’s all about me.
an endless chant of me, me, me, me.
"hold me, love me, need me Daddy.
cherish me, pamper me, but NEVER leave me Daddy.
play with me, cuddle me, feed me Daddy.
think of me, miss me, and perhaps most crucial of all Daddy
is my consuming need for you to SAVE me.”
Save me Daddy from the fears in my head, and in my heart.
Save me Daddy from being smashed into irrelevance and insignificance by this big, insensitive dog-eat-dog world that i am much, MUCH too little to navigate safely all on my own.
Save me, Save me, Save me Daddy, i cry and shudder into Your broad, strong, capable shoulders and i know the truth.
it’s all about me.
and i wonder why anyone would ever want to be….a Daddy.
After all, a Dominant, is served by his submissive. A submissive desires to serve and to be guided. but ohhh nooo…not a little/babygirl. No, a little wants to be held and comforted and be near her Daddy and she just WANTS HIM. All of Him. All to herself. No shares. A Daddy is loved and protected by His little as fiercely as her beloved stuffie.
so i ponder this as i munch on my KitKat, counting down the minutes to when Daddy will ‘Finally’ be up and awake and slather me with more attention than a kindergartener for cake at their birthday party.
and i realize that while it IS truly ABOUT ME… it’s about Him too.
because all He really NEEDS is
to hold me, to love me, to need His little girl.
to cherish me, to pamper me, to NEVER leave me.
to play with me, to cuddle me, to feed me.
because all he WANTS to do is
think of me, to miss me, and perhaps most crucial of all
is His consuming need for Him to save ME.”
and i will let you all in on a little’s secret—-Saving me is really all about Him because a Daddy NEEDS His babygirl. she is His light, His air, His sunshine, and without her as His purpose, He would be lost.
In Daddy’s hand I take His bigger one and i pull and tug and
'show Daddy' EVERYTHING. and by doing so, I save Him too.