Yes, I am a Daddy’s girl. Since I am also a Southern girl, there is no shame in this at all.
Regardless that I am a forty-something adult woman, it is not only perfectly normal, but socially acceptable for me to still call him Daddy. Not Dad, not Jim.
(In the South, btw, Daddy is actually pronounced \ˈdeh-dē\ or “deddy”)
There is a special relationship between Southern girls and their fathers.
Southern mamas teach their daughters to be strong women; but their fathers teach them that they are invincible princesses with arcane superpowers who should be treated with monumental respect.
Daddies teach their girls that they are brilliant and beautiful, worthy of love and loving and can do anything they put their minds to: start a business, be an astronaut, be president of the United States, be happy and fulfilled.
My Daddy didn’t raise me to believe that my goals in life were defined by my gender. He taught me to be smart and quick and strong and give my best. And if I worked hard and believed in myself and what I was doing, I could have or be anything I wanted.
He taught me integrity by daily example.
He taught me to win without vanquishing others.
He taught me a love of learning.
He taught me that if I ever borrowed anything, I should give it back better than I got it. Don’t just fill up the gas tank, wash and wax the car.
He taught me to be a good friend and told me that was the most important thing I could be in life.
My Daddy is my hero. Now and always.
One of the (few) benefits of being older is that my father is now my friend. My husband and I not only vacation with my parents, but we have dinner parties with them. We go to the beach together. We enjoy their company. We hang out.
We are good friends.
I am eternally grateful for the strengths he gave me. He not only taught me to believe in myself, but gave me a port in the storm and a shoulder to cry on for those times I didn’t. He has always been there for me.
Me and my awesome Daddy.
I am proud to be a Daddy’s girl. My Daddy’s girl.
We pick our battles and fight with the heart of a pit bull while still maintaining grace and elegance. Our mystique is that of a soft-spoken, mild-mannered southern belle who could direct an army, loves her mama and will always be daddy’s little girl.”
– Cameran Eubanks
Drunk on Life 
Amen! I was a “Daddy’s girl”. He taught me the same lesson yours did about returning a borrowed item in better condition than it was. He also taught me that judge a person not for what they did for a living, what their name was, nor for their color or heritage. You judge a person for how they treat animals, and others.
You are very fortunate to still have your Daddy. I’d say to cherish that, but I can tell that you do!
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I do cherish him – he is amazing. Thank you for sharing about your Daddy. We are both lucky girls.
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A-men Kim. You are all of that (and Dad too) and I love you for it!
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Your dad – or rather, daddy, looks and sounds great. I love all the kilts in the wedding pictures. A lovely post.
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For Americans, we have racked up some good kilt stories! There’s the ol’ learning curve on sitting “like a lady” when you’re commando in a skirt. Burn’s Supper is even worse! Thank goodness it’s all family. It was a truly lovely wedding (and we had a piper too! ) Thank you, yes, my Daddy is really awesome. I am very fortunate to have him. As always, appreciate you stopping by.
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Very endearing
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Thank you, he means a lot to me.
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I miss my daddy. I’m so glad you still have him.
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Thank you, Merbear. (sending you a hug, if I may) I am aware of how fortunate I am. It was really nice to be able to write about how much he means to me.
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I always thought being a daddy’s girl was a good thing. It means a woman had a strong relationship with her father. I am more of a mother’s girl myself, but I admire women who have fathers who care. My father cares, I just happen to be reallyclose to my mom.
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I think its just family dynamic. My sister is a “Mama’s Girl” definitely.
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See Kim l told you we have lots in common aside from our first names and if you think about the fact of where l live l am also a Southern Gal, our Dad’s are very similar!! Yep Daddy’s girl here and round of it!!
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Yay Team Southern girl! 🙂
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YES!! I am close to 50 and Daddy was always be Daddy. My mom called my grandfather Daddy until he passed. I know I have some friends that think I’m too old to call him daddy but I don’t care and they are also not from the south. Beautiful pictures.
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If I called him something else, he probably wouldn’t answer! All the girls I grew up with still say “Daddy” – you are in good (and abundant) company!
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