I'm sitting at my computer writing, and my daughters come downstairs. Now they're pretty grown up, between ten and twelve, but they have a doting Dad who is inclined to spoil them. He left for work early this morning, and they look at me...hopefully but already knowing the answer...
"Mammy, I'm hungry," says daughter one. Daughter two is cuter, she waits for daughter one to do the talking.
"Well, you know what to do about that," I reply.
"Where's Dad," asks daughter two in an accusatory tone, he's supposed to be here to serve her.
"Gone to work," I reply tapping away.
Somehow they manage to fix themselves breakfast, like they always do when he's away, but they're really not happy.
But do I care? No, because I think kids of that age are well capable of putting some cereal in a bowl and adding milk, and doing it for them is not only silly, but maybe even a little damaging. But they're his little girls and I think it's sweet that he looks out for them. And then I remember the lovely cup of coffee he brought me before leaving for work, it's really no different, he likes taking care of us.
Just what is it about daddies and their little girls that makes them so protective? I can't answer that but as long as it continues to spill over to the wife, and I get my coffee, I'm not going to complain!
And how does this make me a bad mom? Well apart from letting them feed themselves or starve, I'm letting them believe that men should spoil them.