Playing With Little Girls

The joys of being a... (gulp)… grandpa

Photo by White Feather

I love playing with little girls. There; I said it. I am putting it out there and proclaiming it to the world.

I particularly enjoy playing with two certain little girls. As I write this, the older of the two little girls is five years old and the younger one recently turned three. They are my granddaughters.

I first discovered the joy of playing with a little girl almost thirty years ago when I was a full-time stay-at-home mommy in charge of my one and only child; a girl. For almost five years my entire life was devoted to the care of and education of a little girl. It was, without question, the most incredible experience of my life. I was a mommy and being a mommy radically altered my life.

My little girl was my greatest teacher ever.

Now my little girl is a mommy herself and she has two little girls. My daughter remembers absolutely nothing of those glorious years when I was her male mommy but I remember every last detail. For almost five years I put aside every perception of who I was to become a faithful servant to a young female human being. It is something I think all male human beings should experience but sadly those males are not lining up for it. To them, that is a woman’s work.