September 21, 2011

::the father i never knew::


My dad died when I was five. My mother played the role of both with all her might. I wrote a letter when I was young about how much I was missing without a dad. I think it crushed her because she was trying so hard to be both. She came to all of my athletic events. She supported me in every way possible. I don’t know how she did it alone. I applaud her. I admire her. She is super-mom.


Still the fact remains, I grew up fatherless and I longed for a male presence in my life.
When I met and fell in love with my husband I did not choose to fall in love with him because I thought he would be a great dad. I doubt those thoughts crossed my mind since at the time I wasn't sure I ever wanted to have children. We just loved each other fully and committed to do that for the rest of our lives.


Then the children came.

And he showed up- The Father I Never Had.



The father I longed for so many years ago. The father who plays with his kids when the sun rises until the sun sets. The father who gives grace to his children when mommy has run out. The father who redirects and distracts and never raises his voice. The father who hugs tight and kisses boo-boos and says ‘it’s okay to cry’ and ‘violence is never the answer’. The father who leads with gentleness and teaches by example. The father who loves their mother with passion and fervor. The father who makes the princess feel whole and the little guy feel strong. The father who reads books and plays cars and chase and snuggles and rock-rocks. The father who laughs and loves with all of his being.


In the words of Forrest Gump “I may not be a smart man, but I know what love is” and to me love is The Father I Never Knew.



*linking up with Supermom for Wordish Wednesday*

5 comments:

  1. Awwwww! That gave me goosebumps! And the pictures are awesome, too! :)

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  2. Wow! This is beautiful. Goosebumps and teardrops!! Again, I feel the same way about my husband. My Dad didn't die, my parents divorced at 5, and he didn't really do what he should until I was an adult. Now I have a beautiful relationship with him, but I am constantly giving thanks for the Dad my kids have!!

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  3. Oh my this is beautiful .... I bet your husband will love reading this :) Great pictures, too!

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  4. Awesome, Melissa! I too grew up without a father and have missed that so much. Thank you for putting into words things I could not say! I agree...this is beautiful!

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  5. This post is absolutely beautiful. <3 You have a beautiful family!

    Love,
    Lindsay
    www.youaretheroots.com

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