Father’s Day is a day that used to have no meaning. It was a
day to honor a man who wasn’t a dad as I deserved or needed. So, it was a day I
often ignored. However, it is now a day that I look forward. In order to honor
my husband who has taken his role as father very seriously. My husband, from
day one, has dived into his role as dad quickly. He learned to change diapers,
bathe our daughter and make her bottles and feed her. He has worked long shifts and even longer weeks in order to make sure she has everything she could need or want.
My husband is not perfect. He tends to jump to angry very
easily if Abby were to do something wrong. However, he is quick to calm down and
apologize to her and talk about why he got upset. Joe is the one who runs to her rescue when she falls down. He is the one who will make sure she is safe before he leaves. When he leaves in the morning for work and Abby is still asleep, I've seen him lean in real close to her and pray. He asks God to protect her and me while he is away from us. It is the little things like this that I see and I know that my husband takes his role as father very seriously.
Fathers are very important in our children’s lives. For the
fathers out there who take their responsibilities seriously and with their
whole heart, I say thanks. Your children may not remember everything you've ever done for them but they will remember the feelings of securing and love. For the fathers who aren’t taking the time to take
care of their children, I hope that you realize that what you do or don’t do in
your children’s lives will affect them for the rest of their lives. Believe me,
I see the effects every day. It is never too late to be a Dad, it may take more work and effort but you can be a part of your children's lives while you still have time.
Happy Father’s Day to the Dads who are willing to sit and
watch that Disney princess movie one more time with their daughters and who are
willing to play catch with their sons even after a hard day’s work. Your time
with them is so precious, don’t let it pass.
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