Just blogged a 4th birthday party, felt all sentimental and remembered Facebook sent me a memory today when Willow was four too…
My Daddy When I Was Four
When I was:
4 years old: My daddy can do anything.
5 years old: My daddy knows a whole lot.
6 years old: My dad is smarter than your dad.
8 years old: My dad doesn’t know exactly everything.
10 years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different.
12 years old: Oh, well, naturally, Dad doesn’t know anything about that. He is too old to remember his childhood.
14 years old: Don’t pay any attention to my dad. He is so old- fashioned.
21 years old: Him? My Lord, he’s hopelessly out-of-date.
25 years old: Dad knows about it, but then he should, because he has been around so long.
30 years old: Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks. After all, he’s had a lot of experience.
35 years old: I’m not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad.
40 years old: I wonder how Dad would have handled it. He was so wise.
50 years old: I’d give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn’t appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him.
This poem, was in a Ann Landers Column for Fathers Day in 1999.