I want to confess to Daddy. Confess I made yet another compulsive purchase. On the credit card.
Daddy sighs. Indicates I’m to come sit on his big leg / lap / knee. I guess you better come show Daddy what you bought.
And then Daddy looks and listens patiently while I show him the pretty necklace, the class taught by my favorite writer, the silk dress on sale, the last pair of perfect shoes in my super-small size … the precious opportunities I could not let pass by.
Then Daddy asks, How much did this cost?
I blush and tell him the dollar amount.
Daddy pauses and then … HE APPROVES.
You have such a good eye, sweetheart. I’m glad you didn’t let that slip away. That little number is made just for you. You’re going to make such a positive impression.
Before I go to bed that night, I see that Daddy has deposited that much money plus a little extra for unforeseen expenses. An envelope under my pillow. A payment made on my card. A cash transfer or digital payment.
I trust your judgment. I never want you to go without. I always want you to live your most beautiful vision. Nothing will ever stand in your way as long as I can help it.
Daddy takes off his fancy watch and gets into his big bed alone, remembering how excited I was telling him all about my plans, my new outfit … the way I’m putting it all together. Content and solid knowing how he fuels me, speeding towards a vision of excellence, or simple joyful pleasure. Happy at having indulged me, and the only one with the honor of hearing my chattered schemes. Happy to be the only one I need to be fully taken care of.
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