Singing for Love

Yeah. This is me blogging again. :) And it's an old story too, something I meant to note down for posterity but then life got in the way. *sigh*

Anyway, it was Father's Day awhile back. And like all Sunday mornings, the kids get up first. Maddie was pottering around the room entertaining herself like she always does on the weekends.

I climbed out of bed and propped myself on the floor right in front of her.

"Give Daddy a kiss, Sweetpea," I said as lifted her chin a little to gaze into her eyes.

"Doman!" she snaps in her little baby-version of "don't want" and quickly turns to leave.

"Aww c'mon Baby, just a teeny-weeny little kiss, ok?" I tried again.

"Doman," she asserts. Maddie don't do touches and hugs and kisses.

At that point I felt a little vulnerable, I gotta admit. It was Father's Day and my little girl refused to acknowledge my place in her world. It kinda hurt a little bit. My little girl had brought her Daddy down to his knees. *sniff*

"But it's Daddy's Day, today," I pleaded.

But her tiny heart of stone knew only one answer. "Doman".

Then I has a brainwave. I started singing Barney. "I love you, you love me, we are happy family..." When I got to the part, "with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you," I emphasised it more than a little, and quite automatically, Maddie stepped up to me, hugged me and kissed me square on the lips.

And just like that, it was a nice day once again.