I Said What?

     I seem to get into the most trouble because of my big mouth.  I live in Vermont and have for 20 years.  But I am a born an bred Jersey girl at heart, with the mouth to go with it.  Add to the mix an Italian background and upbringing and you can just imagine how much I have to say about EVERYTHING!  I have never been a quiet mousy type of woman.  I speak my mind regardless of whether or not anybody wants to hear it and have always acted as such.  This new lifestyle of Domestic Discipline and having my Daddy as the Head of Household is a whole new ball game for me and at times, a very difficult role for me to play.
     Now please do not misunderstand.  This is what I wanted and have completely consented to; in point of fact, if you'll remember from earlier...this was MY idea!   That does not preclude, however, my often times shear reluctance to being told what to do.  In our marriage, he has the power to tell me what to do, where to go and how to act.  He will also correct my behavior if need be, no matter where we are.  Needless to say, I do not always find it easy to obey. Especially when he corrects me in public.  It can be quite humiliating to give back a clever retort to one of his remarks only to have him say, "Excuse me?  What did you say?"  When this occurs in company, I can assure you that the experience can be quite embarrassing.  This happened to me in a restaurant last night, and I can tell you, I was less than thrilled.  To be chastised is one thing, but for it to happen in public is a humiliating experience. I am trying, very hard, to curb my tongue and to be more respectful of my Daddy.
     He often says that the other problem is not always with the words that I say, but with my tone.  "Tone?  What tone?"  ;)  Well, tone is just another word for attitude.  Where I come from, girls are taught from conception to deliver their words with not just A tone, but the RIGHT tone for every situation.  A tone for making him feel guilty when he's late for dinner and doesn't call, a tone for getting the kids to clean up their room, a tone for making everybody feel guilty for not going to church!  It just goes on and on.  In fact, I think I had almost turned it into an art form!  ;)  And now, I have to deprogram myself of all of those behaviors.
    There are times when I actually feel incapable of doing this.  And then I see my Daddy.  So strong, so handsome, so protective!   The love I feel for him knows no bounds.  There are no lengths to which I won't go to please him.  Then I feel humbled and honored to be able to submit myself to him.  Honored that he chose me to be HIS BabyDoll, honored to be his wife.  The greatest gift I have to give him is myself, and so I do that willingly and happily.  I am his property, his own.