My Father happened to drop by today, as he seems to be doing a lot now that there’s a baby girl in the house. It’s kind of cute how he finds any excuse to come over lately.
And yet, at the same time I have to admit I’ve been a bit jealous at this sudden interest he’s been showing.
I mean, what am I? Chopped liver?!
Today, he made a beeline for the baby, of course. And, settled down on the couch to hold her and just stare at her. He raved about how alert she was, how beautiful she was and he was more than happy to sit and feed her.
I took the opportunity to bustle around the house getting a few things done. And, that’s when I overheard my Dad talking softly to my little girl.
He told her that he loved coming by to see her because she reminded him so much of ME. Meeee?? I thought. Yes, little ol’ me.
He told her that the last time he had held a baby girl so tiny and beautiful was when he held her mommy a long time ago. He told her how he would do my hair (badly) to go to school and how he would sing to me at bed time.
I wanted to cry as I stood in the hallway listening to this private moment.
But, I definitely wasn’t jealous anymore.
I was reminded that I was once his little girl, just like the little girl I now love so much. I was reminded that he was always right there, acting as both father and mother for me. And now when I look at my own daughter I can appreciate the true love he has shown me. I can appreciate all that he has endured for me. All that he has fought for me.
Then my father and I got to talking. And boy, was it a good talk. He told me how proud he was of me. The truth is, sometimes I wonder if I have done anything to make him proud. I mean, all I’ve done is have some kids. And, Lord knows there were some years in there that I caused him much heartache. But, he explained that what makes him the proudest of me is the great love I have for my children, all that I do for them and that I have put my family first. I thought about our past and realized how remarkable that must be for him.
I was so glad to hear it.
I think we tend to live out each day without saying so many things that need to be said. As my father grows older (and me too), the strict, somewhat scary man I once knew has opened up and been able to share such true feelings with me.
I am so grateful for that.
And, I love that I can see this other side of my Dad as I see him with my daughter.
After spending most of the day oohing over her he finally headed out. Only to return a couple of hours later–because he had stumbled upon something that was “perfect for the princess” at Costco.
So, how could I be jealous, really? We are both so blessed to have such a kind, faithful man in our lives.