In order to not be discriminatory, I feel the need to blog about Father's Day. I see a lot of fathers in my business. I also see a lot of not fathers. I must be honest, many times, my heart hurts because I can feel it deep inside that this dude won't stick around. That this dude will get fed up with not being able to whoop it up at da club because of this new little person that needs someone to care for him or her twenty-four-seven. (I wrote it out because it is such a full time undertaking) or that this dude will get sick and tired of hearing the little person cry - again - and wonder why his baby momma isn't paying any attention to him anymore. (Isn't the six weeks up YET??!!!) My heart hurts so badly because I know a family needs a daddy. I was a counselor before I was a nurse. I'm schooled in daddy issues. They exist. I'm sorry, but they do. Sorry for the toe stepping....but I see it and get it.
Now for every sad heart feeling, there's an insanely happy heart feeling....because in many cases, when I help a woman become a mommy, I'm helping a man become a father. It becomes difficult to hold my emotion back when the daddy sees his baby for the first time and he is overcome with love. Sometimes, I'm the baby nurse, and I'm blessed enough to have wrapped this tiny person like a burrito and I get to pass this perfect gift that's about as close to heaven as one can get, to his or her father and say "Congratulations, Daddy". That is an amazing blessing to me. I have seen fathers shout with excitement, I've seen them praise the Lord immediately, I've seen them come over to the warmer in an unbelievable display of love and pick up their new baby, unbathed and straight from the womb, and give him or her a kiss, and I have heard new daddies pray over their newborn babies and promise to love them forever. These moments are beautiful and intimate, and keep me going on a busy day, to let me know that I am right where God wants me to be at this season of my life.
I am one of those lucky girls who was blessed with a father who loved from second one. My Mom told me that I was crying right after I was born, but stopped immediately when my daddy held me. I've shared stories of my Dad before. He's selfless. He's one of my favorite confidantes. My interests have always become his interests. He would even practice toe-touches with me in junior high and high school :) His were pretty dang good, I might add. He listens to me ramble (cause I can), about everything under the sun, and never tells me to shut-up. Ha....wonder if he wants to? Pretty much the only bad thing that I can say about my dad is that he doesn't like to play board games, and I do. That's a pretty amazing testimony....when the worst thing that you can say about someone is that they don't like board games. So, what did I do with all of this love and support from my daddy and all of the years of watching how he behaved toward me, my friends, others, and my Mother? I went out and married one just like him.
That, my friends, is why daddies are important. I don't care who you are, for the most part - yes, there are definitely some extenuating circumstances - you marry your father. I believe it to my core. Look around you. It is true. My husband can fix anything. He is friendly to others. He doesn't like talking about his feelings. He loves Alabama football. He loves me and our girls. He is a good house cleaner and cook. He is insanely, crazy smart. He lets me do retail therapy. He shows up at gymnastics practices, dance practices, recitals, graduations, and class parties. We don't do life separately. He is a Deacon. He puts God first. He is funny. I'm talking about my husband, but all of these things were modeled by my father. My earthly father. Both of these amazing men learned to be these things by an example from our Heavenly Father. I believe it is God's plan for each generation to learn how to be a father or what to look for in a husband by his or her own father. Of course, this is tainted, but that's another blog. But, I think that's the plan - and when it works, it's a really, really good system :) Sometimes, we just make a poor choice or a poor decision - and I'm not knocking that - because Lord knows I've made some really bad ones...I just happened to get one right one time.
Anyhoo - I love good daddies. The world needs them. We need them. Our babies need them. I'm proud to have one and to be married to one. Yay for daddies :) Glad that I got to spend the day with my babies' daddy - and best of all - the whole entire family took a nap at the same time today!!!! You would've thought it was Mother's Day!!!!!!!!
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