My maternal grandmother is fond of saying that on your birthday, you should call your own mother to thank her for all that she's done to allow you to even have a birthday. Not the least of which was carrying you to term and going through a rather uncomfortable process to birth you.
It seems to make sense to me, and so on this, my first Father's Day, I want to thank Sarah and Margaret for honoring me with the title of "Father." Without either of them, this would just be any other Sunday.
Without them, there wouldn't be lazy mornings in bed with the three of us snuggled together. There wouldn't be laughter at the park as Margaret arcs through the air on her swings. No scent of warm, sweet, milky breath and no small hand holding on to mine. Warm cuddly hugs of the most perfect squishiness in all the world would never be known to me and neither would the feeling of Margaret's little arms wrapped around my neck.
More than any other change in my life, becoming a father has changed my outlook on life the most.
Father's Day.
I didn't need cinnamon toast made by my girls to make this day special (though it was MUCH appreciated).
I just needed them.
2 comments:
AWWWWW. That is REALLY sweet.
No one can ever tell you ahead of time, in a way that you can truly understand, how being a parent (or grandparent, for that matter) makes you feel in your marrow. You just have to experience firsthand the gift of loving that way.
You have expressed it so well!
XXOO
no small hand holding on to mine.
This line got to me.
There is so much trust expressed in that little gesture.
That small hand that reaches to you to guide her where she needs to go, that seeks the reassurance, no matter how briefly. Who wants that contact.
IT is so great that you are "in the moment" and enjoying this little person who is changing every day.
Happy Father's day to you, John!
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