Pater
There is something very sweet about having your little one run up to you, and bury her crying eyes in your shoulder. A surety she has, that you will put your arms around her to protect her, that you will dry her tears and maybe find some way to brighten her day.
At other times, they demand my attention, calling my name several times until I watch their newest accomplishment. Standing on their heads, or making a jump, or floating in the pool, or just being silly.
That kind of faith, trust and esteem is boggling, when I think about it. I feel so unworthy of it. I don't know if I can ever feel worthy of it.
And while I fully intend to give them the tools to handle their own problems as much as possible, before I unleash my girls upon the World (note my terminology) many years from now, I hope they will always see me as a vacant shoulder in times of sadness and suffering. And, a person to share their greatest joys with.
At other times, they demand my attention, calling my name several times until I watch their newest accomplishment. Standing on their heads, or making a jump, or floating in the pool, or just being silly.
That kind of faith, trust and esteem is boggling, when I think about it. I feel so unworthy of it. I don't know if I can ever feel worthy of it.
And while I fully intend to give them the tools to handle their own problems as much as possible, before I unleash my girls upon the World (note my terminology) many years from now, I hope they will always see me as a vacant shoulder in times of sadness and suffering. And, a person to share their greatest joys with.