Cricket's Thoughts

Daddy’s Little Princess


When I was born, my father told his friends I was the ugliest baby he had ever seen, and that I sounded just like a cricket. I think that must have been the moment that I became my Daddy’s little princess.

As a little girl, I remember seeing my daddy sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking his first cup of coffee every morning. Because of a broken finger that never quite healed right, every time he took a drink, his pinky finger would stick up a little bit.

When I grew up, I wanted to be just like him.

By the time I was 10 years old, I was drinking coffee during the summers at my uncle Charley’s dairy farm. Back then I needed a ton of sugar and cream to drink the stuff. Nowadays I use just a little cream, and I sweeten it with the fake stuff, but to this very day, my pinky sticks up a little, every time I take a drink of my coffee.

We have always shared a love of various farm animals. Well, except for that mean old goose that used to chase me around the yard hissing at me, and nipping me in the butt when I tried to run away.

One day I saw the goose trying to do the same thing to my daddy. He turned around and stomped his foot. Then he got right in the goose’s face and said “git on out a here now”.

I thought he was teaching me how to stand up to an old goose, but what he taught me was not to run from things, to stand up and face my fears head on. It took me many years to finally learn that lesson.

I cannot begin to count how many runts I thought I could save over the years. I had a weakness for piglets that were too small to survive with the litter. He would help me sneak them past my mama, and into the house. I would set my alarm to feed them every couple of hours.

He did this, even knowing that I could not save them all, knowing that some would die, and he would have to pick up the pieces of my broken heart, but he was teaching me not to be afraid to take a risk, to have the courage to try even when all the odds were against me.

I started working at the restaurant with my daddy, in my early teens. There were times that I thought he was tougher on me than the employees. He was tough, and he expected nothing less than the best. It was many years before I realized he was teaching me good work ethics and that anything worth doing, was worth doing well.

Growing up, one of my biggest fears in life was disappointing my daddy because I could not bear to see that look in his eyes.

When I was a senior in high school some friends and I snuck out of the house to go to a party. Before that night, I had never drunk a single drop of alcohol but apparently I was making up for lost time because before I knew it, it was noon the next day.

It was time to face my daddy.

Seeing that look in his eyes was way worse than the butt whooping I got. To top it off, he still made me go to work, sicker than a dog, and praying to the porcelain god. That was one lesson in life that I learned very quickly, because I remembered it every single day of the 30 days I spent grounded afterwards.

During that same year, it was my daddy who took me for a long walk up the hill to quietly tell me that my very best friend, Ronnie Winston, had died at the age of 17. Looking up into my daddy’s eyes, I could see his heart breaking for me as he tried to explain that there are some things in life that not even daddy can fix.

It was then that I first began to truly understand the serenity prayer, to accept the things I cannot change, to have the courage to change the things I can, and above all, to have wisdom to know the difference.

It has been 46 years since I became my daddy’s little princess, and you know what? I grew up to be just like him.

I love you daddy.

Cricket Walker

Rest In Peace Daddy

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  • Reply Jenn January 18, 2008 at 1:59 pm

    Cricket – You, your father and your whole family are in my prayers. If there is anything I can do, please ask…

  • Reply Martha January 18, 2008 at 2:16 pm


    I hope and pray all will be well for you and your Daddy.

    I wish for you courage.

    We all want things to be good for Cricket, who has had more than her share of things to bear.

  • Reply Pat Geary January 18, 2008 at 2:23 pm

    You are such a beautiful writer. This brought tears to my eyes as it brought back so many memories of my Daddy and that is what I always called him. He’s been gone for almost 26 years and I still think of him as my daddy and miss him. My thoughts are with all of you. I’m sending a big hug your way.

  • Reply Kathleen January 18, 2008 at 2:47 pm


    This is beautiful & gave me goosebumps. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. We’re hoping for the best.

  • Reply Najwa Hirn January 18, 2008 at 2:51 pm

    Thank you for this beautiful posting. Please ask if there is anything that you need. As difficult as this may seem, hang in there and keep the faith. God is the ultimate healer and he doesn’t give us more than we can handle. I am positive that He will see you through this.
    You, your father and your family are in my prayers and thoughts.
    God bless.

  • Reply michelle latham January 18, 2008 at 3:09 pm

    This brought tears to my eyes as it pretty much sums up how I feel about my dad. He is such a strong, gentle man, battling cancer, determined to live a full life and I know he will.
    My heart and prayers are going up for you and yours. I know the prayers helped my dad so much, he is still there for me, and I for him.

  • Reply Amy Sue January 18, 2008 at 3:10 pm

    The most wonderful thing about families is how they continue to endure throughout the generations. The legacy that began before your father was born has been passed down through him to you, and will continue to be passed down through you to your children, and through them to your grandchildren, forever. Some day one of your children will look at their child and say “That’s just like Grandpa”.

    Keeping you and your family in our prayers,
    ~Amy Sue

  • Reply Margaret Rose-Duffy January 18, 2008 at 3:21 pm

    Your story hits so close to my heart and tears are running down my face. I was daddy’s little girl also. I grew up with farm animals also. Unfortunately my daddy died on my 21st birthday. My children cry because they never knew him. Be thankful for every cherished year with your father. I will keep him in my prayers.

    Kind regards,

  • Reply Domonique January 18, 2008 at 3:31 pm

    Your story was very touching and I am sure it home for a lot of us. I know at the very least I am walking away with remembering that we should not take our family members, those we hold dear to us, for granted. Tomorrow is not promised to us, so each day we need to charish and charish those we are spending our days with.

    God Bless you and your family, I will keep all of you in my prayers,


  • Reply Cath January 18, 2008 at 4:57 pm

    Your post reminds us of all the truly important things in life-and it ain’t things. Thank you for bring many warm memories with my dad back into my consciousness.

    Many prayers to you and your dad.


  • Reply Mariangie January 18, 2008 at 5:35 pm

    This post brought tears to my eyes, this is SO beautiful. It reminds me of the relationship I have with my Dad. I’m praying for you, your father and the whole family.

    God Bless you all,

  • Reply Cricket Walker January 18, 2008 at 5:38 pm

    Many thanks to everyone for your kind words. 🙂

    Your post reminds us of all the truly important things in life-and it ain’t things. Thank you for bring many warm memories with my dad back into my consciousness.

    Yeah, I have learned that lesson so many times in my life. Writing this post absolutely flooded my mind with memories.

  • Reply Kristy January 19, 2008 at 5:47 am

    Thoughts and prayers to you and your family!!!!

  • Reply Traci January 19, 2008 at 7:47 am

    Cricket, thank you for sharing these very personal and exceptionally beautiful moments. All my prayers go out to you and your family, and to your fathers speedy return to good health. Thank you for reminding me why I spend every single moment I can find with my Dad who is 69, and that life is a wonderful and precious gift.

  • Reply Tricia January 20, 2008 at 12:40 pm


    My prayers go out to you, your father, and your family. Your letter brought tears to my eyes when I read it. I read this last night after coming back from my uncle’s funeral and goose bumps went all through my body. Sometimes in life with our busy schedules we don’t realize how important our loved ones are until something terrible happens.

    We will all pray for a fast recovery for your dad. I am sure he is very proud of you and would be as touched as all of us were when we read the beautiful letter that you have written about him.

  • Reply Herman January 22, 2008 at 9:59 pm

    Thank you for all the valuable things that you’ve tought us. My prayers go out to you and your family. May God richly bless you and your family always.

  • Reply Tina Collins January 23, 2008 at 10:14 am

    My daddy and I had a very similar relationship. When I lost him to Cancer I thought my world had come to an end. It didn’t so I went on with life.

    To this day I rely on something he told me at a difficult time in my life: “People may be telling you that you made your bed of roses, thorns and all, so lay in it. I tell you in love that when you get in bed, and the sheets are wrikled and feel like thorns, get yourself up and straighten your sheets!”

    I did, and through every life challenge I kept “strightening my sheets” and guess what? I’ve never not made it! (double negative is not a grammatical error!)

    I hold you and your family in my heart. Working with you the past year has given me and new lease on life. Your generosity is truly appreciated.



  • Reply Kitchen Designer January 25, 2008 at 4:33 am

    So eloquent, beautiful and touching Cricket.

    Take it from me, you will always be daddy’s little princess.

    Tell him so.

    God bless you and your family.
    – Kevin

  • Reply Ozcan January 31, 2008 at 4:52 am


    You are such a beautiful writer.your writing so natural and pure, ı could really feel your hearth..ı can suggest you print your writing and prepare a book..
    God bless you and your family..

    Özcan says hello from Turkey

  • Reply Cricket Walker January 31, 2008 at 10:50 pm

    Did I already mention that all y’all are the best? 🙂

  • Reply Sammy Montez November 1, 2008 at 10:59 pm

    I would like to thank you for letting me read what you wrote about you dad and you know why. I was moved by what you wrote as I told you before you have a wonderful way with words.
    May God always bless you and yours

  • Reply Kay Green March 3, 2009 at 11:03 am

    I am praying for your daddy and your family in this difficult time Cricket. I know God will help you carry the burden of fear when our loved ones are sick.

  • Reply Katy March 3, 2009 at 11:23 am

    Dear Cricket,

    I hope the specialists help your father. I’m so sorry to hear about the problems you’ve been experiencing, but thank you for sharing your story. It was very touching.

    I appreciate all you do with your classes–all of us wish you and your famil the best.

    Best regards,

  • Reply Jill Muir March 3, 2009 at 12:26 pm

    Oh my dear Cricket,
    Your Daddy and you are in my prayers, I hope all goes well for him and you. You have made tears come my eyes and a lump in my throat, as I too was my own Daddy’s Princess.

    Take care Cricket, hugs


  • Reply David Carnevale March 3, 2009 at 1:38 pm

    As a father of two adult children, I know I could not ask for more from them than the praise you have given your “Daddy”. Coincidentally, I still call my daughter “Princess” and she calls me “Daddy”.

    Don’t rush to catch up. Please take care of your “whole” self. I know your commitment to the class, but it is only a class. There is nothing in the world more important than family. Time and people are the only things that can’t be replaced; and any time you can spend with your father is precious until he recovers. And when he does, still take more time to be with him, even if it can only be over the phone. There is nothing more precious to a father than time spent with a child, regardless of their age, even more so when they have become independent and don’t “need” support.

    May you and your Daddy enjoy decades more time together.

  • Reply Deb Endyke March 3, 2009 at 6:10 pm

    Cricket, you and your daddy are in my prayers and (I’m sure) in the thoughts and prayers of the multitude of people you’ve helped over the years. I am sending hugs and prayers for encouragement.


  • Reply Jeffrey March 11, 2009 at 10:03 pm

    Buttercup…ya know my thoughts here…
    Holler ifn ya need a shoulder…

    I will keep thoughts in your favor…

  • Reply Vicki P. April 15, 2009 at 12:27 pm

    Ah man, this made me remember my dad. I miss him so much! What a beautiful tribute to your daddy!

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  • Reply Alaina Finley December 8, 2018 at 3:24 pm

    This poem was read at your dad’s funeral.. Sorry, for your loss.

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