Daddy's little girl | Day in the life RCD

Hello RCD readers,

This blogpost was scheduled last year. But never came up with the content. So today I'm finally up for it. I didn't want it to be a rant but also a real honest blog post.

Now why the title.

I'm a daddy's little girl. My dad has two princesses. Me and my big sister. Sometimes I wished he had more of my big sis. When it comes to what he has in me as a daughter.  She is more obedient than I ever was and still am. Sadly. I'm the one who would always give him a hard time. You can't teach me not to do something and do it anyway yourself. So as a kid and as an adult a lot of people think our relationship is based on me being brainwashed by being this way. But my daddy knows it better. So I don't care what people think. I've always been the one who would spoil my dad but also be that judgemental angel on his shoulder to scold him that something was not ethical and he needed to do better. If I wasn't his daughter he would say I was a pain in the ass. Hahahah.. I was those annoying little kids that never followed the leader but always questioned with why's.  Oow payback.. Karma is coming strong with my youngest nephew. Just as me. Stubborn to a teeth. 

Proud daddy 

But I'm also the daughter that would choose the truth even if it meant getting the blame.  That was a given in my childhood. The daughter that was strong-willed. I didn't sugarcoat things so he knew I would always be honest with him. I always made sure he went out of the house looking like he is loved and well taken care off. I'm the daughter that wants to help with boy's chores. Cleaning guns, making fishing rod, building study desks etc. I'm the daughter that never minded getting my hands dirty. I'm the daughter he worked well with because it was actually how we bonded. Always show him love even when I was angry at him through cooking or helping with small things to make a normal day easier for him.

Different but the same

I could write a whole book of our differences but I won't start. I will talk about our similarities.

Hard work

My dad as twenty-something was young adult with a family.  He started really young. He choose to go into the police force to provide for his family. And I was young enough but also present enough to see how my parents build our house which is the same age as me. Piece by piece. Every time he did something else to our home. I never forgot that.What Hard work, patience and persistence could do. 

Focus on the task

Family's have disagreements always. Work has disappointments.  Life has setbacks. Stress comes with it.  But my dad always thought me from a young age to stay focus on the task in front of me. Finish what you started.You can fight or complain about it later. Stay resilient and do what you set out to do. Simply said finish what you started. Which always learned me to be persistent and determinant. I learned how to handle stress and disagreements. Get the job done. 

Sweet tooth

Me and my dad have a sweet tooth. I love sweets and delicious food. When it comes to food we have a different taste pallet. But sweet we are the same. Ofcourse. As an adult I purposely choose less because I can eat too much sweets. Which ofcourse is not healthy.

Cooking 

We love cooking. Experimenting new recipes. One of our love language is cooking for the people we love. I've seen it in every relationship (including friendships). If I care about you I will cook or bake for you. My dad use to cook every birthday for hours in the kitchen but sadly just sleep the whole party. And make you bring him food from the party. Which I never would understand as a child.

Provider

My dad was one of the financial providers in the household. Which sounds weird. Because both my parents worked. But my dad made more money. For me it changed me in care taker for the family. I'm the youngest but also the one who takes care of everyone. Which I take the responsibility without ever asked. 

His character

I read a quote yesterday. It said" Inheritance is not just money. Sometimes, your father's good reputation is enough, and wherever you go, you are told that your father was one of the best people."  

In reality you are always going to be a villain in somebody's story and that's the truth. So for those who actually have good things to say about my father. For a lot of people he is the kindest man ever. For a lot of people he is the one who put his neck out for the little guy. For a lot of people he treated people with respect no matter where they came from. For a lot of people he was the boss that actually was humane towards others their struggles in life.  My dad is the hero in most people their stories. He is the one with the wise words for them. For some he is a man to look up to. He takes care of his family. He is the provider. He is the protector. He is the one who has accomplished so much in his work. He is a man who is respected for so many people. So as much as we our different.  I give enough respect to not tarnish his image for those he was the hero in their life.

Learned from my daddy

Despite having a really different perspective in his way of thinking, communicating, morals and ethics from me. My dad teaches me lessons I don't think it's on purpose.  I'm brought up with first and foremost to be honest. I was brought up to do the right thing no matter what that means for yourself. I was brought up going to church and put God in the center of your life. I was brought up to what gives me joy. I was brought to make a living with my talents. I was brought up always do my best.

My daddy's last last rank Chief Commissioner (hoofd commissaris) and Acting Chief of Police of Suriname(waarnemend korpschef van politie)

Love you daddy. Your disobedient little girl.