In today’s ever changing society, I want my daughter to know one thing – she’s second best.
My daughter will grow up with advancements in technology that aren’t even fathomable to you or me. For her though, they will be just another part of everyday life. Automatic speech recognition systems will learn her patterns of daily life, her mood through her tone and inflection, adjust settings to her style, her taste in music, and even her intellectual capacity. Online retail will be the norm for everything from clothes and shoes to your weekly groceries, and any human interaction will take a back seat to self-serve-kiosks. Anything that can be automated will be. My daughter will have the world at her fingertips, literally.
In an ever increasing world of tolerance and acceptance of immorality, she will be exposed to things that would be considered beyond disgraceful in today’s world. That same level of “tolerance” will try and twist her into believing that civil equality is actually civil entitlement. A society bent on participation awards and 8th place trophies, where everyone is told they are great regardless of the research that proves it’s damaging effects. In a world of safe-spaces, offended offenders, intolerants screaming for tolerance, and masses demanding for misappropriated restitution from society, my daughter will have to navigate this world with a strict moral compass.
Our society and especially our workforce will change rapidly during her lifetime. We are living in the industrial revolution of our time. My floors are already swept and vacuumed by a robot, my lights turn on by a simple “good morning”, and I can tell my dogs to get off the couch from anywhere in the world. In a world of diminishing manual labor, rapid information, and future education systems, my daughter will have to work hard to actually understand working hard.
As things continue to shift and progress over her life, I can only imagine what dating, sexuality, and marriage will look like in the society I just described. So, I ask myself what can I, as a man, her protector, her provider, do to shelter her from the things every father dreads. The best thing I can do for her, is make sure she knows that she is not “numero uno” in Daddy’s life. That role is reserved for one woman, and that woman is her mother.
Daddy is the first man many little girls fall in love with and rightfully so. However, I believe the mistake lies in those same daddies falling in love with their daughters. As my daughter grows, I will not treat her like a princess, like an angel, or any other deity for that matter. I will treat her like my daughter. See, I love her no matter what. I love her regardless of anything she does and I love her even if she never loves me back. Nothing would change the love I have for my daughter. Nothing, and no other man will ever be able to love her like I do. For that reason, I will make sure that she understands that her mother is the most important woman in my life. I believe how I treat my wife is far more valuable to my daughter’s future relationships than how I treat my daughter. I want her to see the love, respect, and support I give her mother, so that she may understand what she deserves in her own future relationships.
Social media, dating apps, instant gratification, likes, and followers are all things that will inevitably be a part of my little girl’s life. That road will be a difficult one to navigate in terms of relationships and I shouldn’t add to those difficulties. I should be the man she confides in, the protector she trusts, the provider she respects, and the father that she loves. I never want her to look at me and think I want a man like my father. I want her to look at my wife and say – I want a man like my mom’s husband.