The Front Porch

Dec 14, 2006 at 16:09 o\clock

[RE-POST] And some call me DADDY

Some titles mean alot.  Some I can't stand.

When at the University, my students are expected to call me "Mr. Buck."  One day, I heard the familiar title and turned around.  Sam, a boy I know from home, and have known since the day he was born, had a question.  YUCK!!!  To hear him call me Mr. Buck made me sick.

Yet, some title I like to hear.  For instance, I enjoy being called COACH.  Every now and then I walk through campus.  The boys boys from past basketball teams will shout out, "Hey, Coach!"  That's special.  I try to hide my thrilling smile, but it's no use.  I love it when those boys call me "COACH."

Furthermore, I enjoy being called UNCLE BUCK.  After my nephew started using the title, it sort of caught fire.  Friends' kids and church kids have started calling me UNCLE BUCK.  The title makes me laugh, but I'm now officially UNCLE BUCK.

However, I most love the title <!--strtcv-->DADDY<!--stptcv-->.  When my daughter, now just shy of 3, was 20 months old she taught my how special the title is.  We were teasing and laughing as I read her a book; she then looked up at me, smiling, and said, "Daddy's girl."  My heart melted.  Then we prayed, I kissed her good night, and left her room.  The little princess has her daddy on a string.  With tears in her eyes and out stretched arms she melted my heart again with one little word, "DADDY."


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