Hey what can I say I don’t know what is worse ,having your first period or period talk with Dad? Or both at once. Complicated reality is worse than night mare. Sometimes I look back on those days and just think,oh God, how does Dad deal with all the raging female hormones and mood swings of not one but three grown fine ass women in the house. We the women of the house are masters at being dominant and at roasting him.
Well he is a genie in a bottle and knows how to spread his charm of magic. He is a pro at it .I don’t know how we would get around everyday without him. His amazing tricks up his sleeve and his random lame jokes just makes us adore him even more. He is more like my best friend than a Dad. We both are crazy as hell and love pranking and winding up my mother and sister.
I remember my first period. The day my body decided to officially cash my free period coupon on the only bloody day my mum was on her business trip and my sister was out with her mates. L O L to my life!!! My stomach was paining like hell was born in it.I went to the bathroom I saw my panties were stained in gooey blood. Shit I thought and wiped it off with a tissue. I didn’t know what to do. Finally I snapped out of the dying zone and realized I needed to wear a pad and looked for the pad on the bathroom self to find no pads at home. Could life get any worse possibly. Well it certainly does on my account…..
At the most unexpected times life sends out signal in my life to just screw me up again. Well what a wonderful world…At least dad was at the home and I shouted ,”Dad I need you to buy me sanitary napkin asap”. Dad comes knocking at the door. He asks if I was OK and told me to take a hot shower while he went to shops. I yelled back, “just go dad”.
Hot shower felt so relaxing on a aching stomach and I played music on my phone. I got out and wore a loose shirt and a towel wrapped around the other half of body. And guess what -Dad video calls me in speaker at the store asking what type of female pads I want.Does he not know my world is revolving around my bloody vagina at the moment. I was furious and yelled at him to,”just buy a stupid pad and get home Dad!” Hung up on him. Why oh, oh why I cursed myself.
After it felt like forever dad comes home with three loaded bags of sanitary napkins. One of every kind,- soft padded, vagina cups of every colors, tampon, wings, without wings and a pack of adult diapers . I said seriously a pack of diapers!!!. He said you might not feel comfortable with a pad so I thought it would help. I asked the lady at the store what girls these days prefer and she gave me a ton of info.
I was literally hanging on the edge of doubt whether to scream at him or laugh at his innocence or if I could ever thank this man enough for always being my superhero and this weird wonderful ways that bring a smile on my face at the most stupid things. Well Dad is a rare specimen that I can proudly call him my Dad.
Dad said lets YouTube together how to wear a pad. I said” No way I am never doing this talk with you Dad and in school during sex education session we were taught what to do in crisis like these”. Dad being his over bearing protective himself says,” I don’t know what you know young lady and as parent its my duty to tell you. Look in simple words your mother will go crazy gaga if I don’t look out for you. It’s my duty. Lets do rock paper scissors if I win you do as you are told and if you win I will as you say. So problem solved and it will be our little secret and mum doesn’t need to know”.
Typical Dad symptoms are under the force of nature today and there is no way I would go around this and live to tell this tale and I needed a pad before my Vagina decides vomits blood again. We played rock paper scissors and I won. Hahah it felt good and told him we had a deal. He nodded and left me quietly.
I put the pad on and wore my pants and came down to watch TV. Dad hands me a bowl full of chocolate chip ice-cream with sponge cake and a drizzle of hot chocolate sauce just the way I like it. I look at him and thought it must have been awkward for him to buy the pads and be a father and the opposite gender at the same time. I felt sorry for him how I behaved and yelled at him and said,” Dad lets watch YouTube how to deal with first periods. You have been the dopiest and coolest dad ever and its my turn to make it up to you.” His face lighted up like a little kid who got this way round a argument and said lets do it and gave me kiss on the forehead.
Well I can tell you it was one of my father daughter bonding moment that I will always remember and will long tell this tale till ends of the Earth . In the evening my sister comes home and said how the day went. She was shocked and both of you laughed at how Dad took care of it.
To all the daughters out there I know we take our old man Dad for granted a number of time. We yell at him more than we actually say thank you. We can be a handful at times but Dads are Dads what can I say. They are a biggest blessings of our lives. I don’t believe in Father’s day or Mother’s day. A day in a year is never enough. Hug them and tell them how much you mean to them. Giving them a hand in chores and asking about their childhood can be more entertaining than you think.
We the daughter’s of awesome Dads take you more granted than we give you credit for. Yes we sometimes fail to notice your little sacrifices and make your day one hell of a misery. We are sorry for that but we love you and there is no alphabetic combination of the 26 letters will ever be enough to say how much you mean to us.
The main reason I wrote this is to the men and fathers out there in the world. When you don’t set standards on how your own daughter should be treated she will never know how she should value herself and will accept the low lying men into her life. Treat her how she should he respected. A simple gestures such as knocking on your daughters door before you enter her room and letting her choose what she wears and giving her the privacy and privilege to come to you as a friend rather than power of authority will mold her into a women you expect her to be. Remember a women may or may not be a queen to her Husband but she will always be a princess to her Father.
© G.V Raghavasree