He not only fathers, he parents. He is a daddy. His arms wrap kids in bear hugs and carry
sleepy kids to bed. His strong hands
teach the art of throwing a baseball and swinging a bat. His smile encourages
the forlorn child. His voice both
encourages and redirects.
Despite the fact of being self-employed, he comes home early
to be at his boys’ ball games and transport his girls to art class. If it were the other way around, that would
be okay with him. He talks about last
night’s Cardinal’s game with one child, and shares writing challenges with
another.
As a father he not only teaches, but he also learns. He reads many books himself, but he also read
a book aloud that he authored. He talks
at the dinner table as if life matters – and not just to him. He cares.
He is not a perfect father.
He makes mistakes. He gets
tired. He feels worry. He has to say no.
When I married this man, he was not yet a father. I had no idea how being a parent would change
us both – for the good. Daily, I watch
my husband be a daddy not only to children that he has fathered, but also to
other children whom God has placed in our home.
Being a Christian daddy in a world that wants nothing of
Christ pushes a man to limits that challenge.
He works hard to teach that work is hard and that is okay. He shows that it is good to love. He proves that faithfulness is
imperative. He practices that life can
be fun. He reminds his kids that being
Godly in an ungodly world may be tough, but that is how to live.
I can better fulfill my role as mom because God has blessed
me with a husband who takes his role as a dad seriously.
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