About two weeks ago Cydney got really sick. She had been throwing up all over the place, she was throwing up from the other end if you catch my drift, and she was feverishly warm. All she wanted to do was cuddle. At that time she didn’t need her Princess Man, she needed her daddy so that’s what she called me. I liked it. I thought it was sweet. The only other time she’d called me daddy in months was on Christmas. I told her “Goodnight. Merry Christmas, Cydney” and she responded “Goodnight, Daddy.” Perfect ending to a perfect day.
A lot of things have changed since then. We’ve literally watched Frozen a million times and she is no longer Princess Sofia; she is Queen Elsa with magic freezing powers. She flashes her hands and things freeze. But something else changed too. I became daddy permanently. I tried to verify and see how permanent these changes were by calling her Sofia and she’d say “I’m not Sofia. I’m Queen Elsa!” I asked if I was Princess Man and she said “No, you’re daddy.” My heart dropped a little bit.
I knew that the day would come. I enjoyed being Princess Man because I thought it was creative and cute. I’ve made that part of my identity because that’s who I was to her. When she’d call me Princess Man I was wishing that she would call me daddy because it feels awesome. I had the rest of my life to be daddy when she scrapes her knees, has her heart broken, and when she’s in college and wants to butter me up for money. Well the day has come and I’m a little saddened by it. I just needed to vent my sorrows to you guys out there.
I think I’ll be Princess Man again when Cydney is in college and she wants me to give her money.