I’ve discussed this elsewhere, there is something special about the father-daughter relationship. As a father, you protect your daughter, you protect her with your life, more than you would protect yourself, your spouse or anyone else. Your daughter is part of you, and it is your job to make sure she is safe, she is secure, and she has the opportunities to grow and thrive.
A man I revered, a very well respected man, a man who made me in many ways who I am today, well … after his death I learned how he failed his daughter, failed to protect her, how many of her demons are due to his lack of actions. The conflict I have about him and his memory will be with me forever.
I know another father who, when mad at his eight-year-old daughter (and for no valid reason) uses the epithet “c**t-whore,” which, to be honest, I don’t even know what it means (and is so abhorrent I can’t even write the word). How is there anything right in this? How does she grow up knowing what love is? Or what anything is? She watches him abuse the family, and learns that this is the norm, this is love, this is the cycle she will continue, for don’t all girls want a man like her dad?
You die defending your daughter. You fight for her, you protect her, you make sure she has every tool needed to become the best she can. You teach her love by example.
No matter what. No matter who your daughter is. She could be the magna cum laude cheerleader or the retarded cripple in a wheelchair. You protect her. You protect her. You protect her.
Or you have nothing.