I had to care for my mother and brother very early in life. She was overly sensitive and emotional. She just wasn’t up to being a single parent. She was strong but simply too vulnerable. She relied on me from very early in life. From 12 years old on, I cooked the meals, did a lot of the shopping and cared for my brother most of the time. I was also her shoulder to cry on.
After spending my life caring for a mother and then a husband who needed my care, I am in a new place. I still have the serving and caring genes well cemented in my psyche but now I have a different outlet as well. Daddy came along and began to care for me. His desire to be Daddy and care for his girl is changing me, allowing me to be vulnerable myself.
For the first time in a very long time, it is okay to feel, to let go and experience my emotions. It is okay to be his little girl. I have dressed as his little girl a couple times and I loved it. Pigtails and lace for my Daddy, it was so hot and also freeing. I could be another me who is more pouty, more vocal and oh so eager to please Big Daddy.