The longer I’m a Dad, the more I appreciate mine. The more I watch my kids interact with their Mom, the more I appreciate my Mom. I finally am beginning to realize the effort, the love, the hopes, and the fears that a parent feels towards their kids.
A couple of days ago I walked into our homeschool classroom and found my very curious daughter watching an historical video. A baby had just been born, and my Darling Daughter was grinning ear-to-ear. On the spot, I made an executive decision and altered my agenda. I sat down next to her.
Nothing on my To-Do list was more important than sharing these moments with my first-born kid.
Nothing on my To-Do list was more important than sharing these moments with my first-born kid. As soon as I sat down she was in my lap, sharing with me the intimate details of the story. It was an awesome Father-Daughter moment. But sharing that time with her made me wonder how many times that must have happened to my parents?
While out with my kids the other day, we had to take the obligatory potty-break. As they washed their hands, they both went out of their way to show me how their Mommy had shown them to wash. I was struck by two things:
- First, that my kids are deeply impacted by their Mother;
- and second, that they are eager to learn and please.
These kids are a gift and a tremendous blessing. I have learned more from them in the past five years than I ever imagined possible. I wonder how much my Dad learned from me? I know that I sure have learned a lot from him…
…and that has made all the difference.