Boris Kodjoe Reminds Us of the Beautiful Bond Between Fathers and Daughters
They show us how to allow ourselves to be catered to.
Hopefully I’m raising my daughter be a “strong, independent woman who don’t need a man”, but I must admit there’s a part of me that gives a man the side-eye when he walks off the elevator before me or doesn’t hold the door for me. Even when I’m clearly capable of helping, when I try to clean the snow off my car after a blizzard, my husband will tell me to take my behind in the house. When I still lived with my parents, my fifty-something-year-old father would do the same, even if he had to pull out the Icy, Hot for his back for the next few days. Fathers are a girl’s first reminder that being treasured, revered and cherished is a woman’s birthright.