My dad has been gone for 3 weeks now and its starting to kick in that I actually am missing him.
You see my dad travels a lot, he works for the AEC and now that John Howard has decided he wants an election my dad has had to go to Canberra for 6 weeks to help organise it.
I was not impressed when I found out, I can tell you that much!!!!
This isn’t anything new to our family, he has been travelling for as long as I can remember.
But this time its different, the longest he has ever been away is probably 3 weeks at the most, but this time its 6 weeks straight!!!!
I still remember as a little girl, the day he use to leave it was always a Sunday afternoon, and I would be in uncontrollable tears, nothing could stop me I would cry the whole night and put myself to sleep. I hated him being away when I was little, you see I’m the youngest and his only daughter I’m the typical “ daddy’s little girl” yes and I also had the nickname “Princess” and was your typical spoilt daughter.
Now as I grew up and got a bit older, into my teenage years, it didn’t effect me as much I just accepted it and went about my life.
At this stage of my life though it was the whole parents aren’t cool, I don’t want to know them type thing. So for me it was like yes! one’s gone. But Dad being away and my brothers grown doing there own thing I ruled the house so it was a bonus for me.
But I don’t know why this time it has hit me so hard, is it because I to am grown now and I’m hardly ever home so I cherish the times I am home and him not being there hurts? Is it not having that male figure around to make the house feel safe that I miss? Or is it that I’m going through an emotional patch and I need my rock back???? I just don’t know, all I know is that I do miss him.
Last night it hit home when my mum told me that her and my brother were going up to see him this weekend, and that he was so excited that they were going, even my brothers new girlfriend gets to see him before I do.
We were in the car home from work when she told me and I actually had to lie and say I just yawned so mum wouldn’t ask about the tears in my eyes.
It even gets to the stage where I don’t bother emailing him as much or talking as long to him on the phone I say my hellos and hang up, because if I don’t think about it or hear it I can just forget about it and continue.
I don’t know why this time its different, all I know is it is.
I miss my dad and im not going to see him for another 3 weeks!!! Even longer.
I will always be “daddy’s little Princess at Heart” xxxooo