Facebook response to my unsolicited request for blog ideas and topics:
"The awesomeness of your offspring."
Such a shameless self-promotor, but that's Daddy's (big) little girl.
Lauren got the short end of the notoriety stick in my 25 years on Montreal morning radio. She was 3 when her mother and I split up, and as a non-custodial parent, I wasn't privy to the everyday joys I get to experience with my three children with Danielle, whose misadventures CHOM listeners were exposed to ad nauseam for the past eight years. Not that Lauren and I didn't cultivate a relationship, but from a weekend and once-or-twice-during-the-week Dad in elementary school to even less time spent together in her early to mid-teens, there were substantial gaps relative to the custodial father-daughter connection.
Happily, our relationship has had a nice renaissance in the past three years or so, and if there was a turning point, I'd have to say it was the night of her birthday (16th or 17th, I forget which), when I clumsily told her how proud I am that she's smart, funny and "not a whore." Coming from a long line of emotionally-repressed New Brunswick Protestants, I have a difficult time with heartfelt sentiment, and applauding her for not working the Main was the best I could muster for my coming-of-age first born. There was magic to the moment, though: after an awkward beat pause, we both laughed our asses off, and there has since been an unspoken understanding between us that Dad loves and cherishes her dearly, even if he doesn't always know how to express it verbally. That she is cut from the same reticent cloth underscores the unspokenness of the understanding.
Today, Lauren is a first year fine arts student at Concordia with an exemplary academic record and a gift for visual aesthetics that she certainly didn't inherit from me. My artistic development hit a wall in Grade 3, never to progress beyond crude sketches of German stick men being blown out of tanks by RAF planes with wings on the top and bottom of the fuselage rather than on the sides(in my art world, it's nothing short of a miracle that the Allies won the war). She's also a rabid Canadiens fan - a passion she developed through no encouragement from me but which we now share, sometimes to the point of indiscretion, like the time Maxim Lapierre's name came up and she informed me that she would "tap that in a heartbeat."
There are some things better left unsaid in the father-daughter dynamic, and whom one would "tap" ranks second only to whom one has in fact tapped. That doesn't detract from her awesomeness; I just don't want to know.