The Man In Her Life

Little girls love their fathers. As a friend and I were discussing earlier today, the love for a Father is very different than the love for a Mother.

Momma's get a you'll do anything for me/wipe my ass/I can never commit a sin kind of love.

Poppa's get more of a worshiping love.


Face it ladies. Men have a way of making you feel like loving them is cool. Like you want to be in their club. You want to be down like that. Hip like that. It's the same whether we are daughters, girlfriends or wives.

From your first boyfriend in Kindergarten to the man you agree to marry, girls are blinded by male perfection.

Or should I say sucked in by our misperception of male perfection?

It starts with our Father and moves on to other men as our life goes on.

I'm not saying little girls don't love their Mommas. I mean, what's not to love in a Momma? We're the ultimate in care-taking. We're just not as cool as a Poppa.

Poppa's can be harsh speaking and way tougher than us Moms. But despite the fact that Momma's are generally the ones to nurse them through their sick all-nighters, wipe their snotty noses and cook most of their meals...


we still can't quite measure up.


But I'm not bitter or anything!


Feeling a decided lack of appreciation,

Angie