Things like this make me glad I’m a father

by clay on September 9, 2006

As some of you know, I’ve started graduate school. I didn’t think the amount of homework I would get was going to pile up on me so fast, but here it is. Anyway, tonight we went to a family fun night at the McKinney Community Center. This was the third year we’ve gone, but it may be the last as it was REALLY crowded in there. We got home late and I asked Collette if she minded if I stayed up late tonight working on homework and if she would let me sleep late tomorrow as she is going out gallavanting with a teacher she used to work with. She said that was fine, so away I went.

About 10:30 pm, she comes in my office with our daughter and said, “She wants to sleep in here because she wants to snuggle with Daddy.” In she comes with her blanket(s), pillow, and her Bible. Ashlee said, “Daddy, I’m going to lay here and read my Bible real quiet, so I don’t interrupt your school.” She’s five years old. She can’t read the Bible she has (to my knowledge), but she loves to look at the pictures in it.

So, here it is at 4:00 AM. She fell asleep long ago, and I can’t help but look over at her every so often. She coughs now and then (we’re all fighting head colds), but not once has she awakened. I’ve been playing my Delirious? collection all night long and she hasn’t batted an eye. That’s my little girl over there, sleeping peacefully.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my son with all my heart, but there is something special about a bond between father and daughter. We’re so much alike too. Both serious when we needen’t be, silly when we shouldn’t be, cautious constantly, and mad about each other. She loves her math lessons in school right now, and I couldn’t be happier about that. The world needs more mathematic young women who aren’t ashamed of what they know and I hope to encourage that.

Thank you God, for giving me this beautiful little lady. She’s a princess and she knows it, but I don’t stop her. She is pretty innocent about the world and I hope to keep her that way for as long as possible.

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    Some of us had abusive fathers, or father figures.
    I struggled with the concept of God the Father for may years, based on my experience with my earthly father.
    I heard the definition of Abba father one Sunday in church and it was like a lightbulb went off in my head AND my heart.
    That when they called to Abba, it was like saying Daddy.
    Somehow, in God’s redeeming grace, I came to realize that the love of a father means that everything I do, everything I say matters to my Heavenly Father. Daddy. He chastises us when we need it, but He loves us, no matter what we do.
    I hope that makes some sort of sense.

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