For Dads

I don’t think many guys read my blog.  In fact, I’d be surprised if any other man than The Man and an elder from church (Hi T!) stop by on a regular basis.  But I have something I’d like to share with the guys, especially those of you who are dads to daughters.  Wives, if you agree with this, please share it with your husbands.  I belive the message is important.

I read this article that a friend posted on Facebook and it made me cry.  Here’s the article.  Take a minute and go read it.  I’ll wait….

It made me cry because my dad did the things that the author talks about.  After 32 years, with my dad gone for 4 months, I still believe and know the things he often told me.  I know he loved me.  I know he was proud of me.  I know that I’m still his little girl.  And I know that I’m beautiful.  How do I know these things?  My daddy told them to me.  He told them to me often. 

When I got to the hospital and met his doctors for the first time, they told me, “Your dad had talked about you! You lived in Asia for awhile.  How did you like that?  And you’re now living in WA, right?  How do you like the West Coast?”  Even as my daddy lay dying, he was still talking about how proud of me he was.  And they didn’t know these thing because he just told them, they had heard over and over again about me.  At doctor visits, at other hospital visits…he loved to talk about my mom and I.  At the wake, I had people come up to me that I had no idea who they were and they knew about things I had done.  They knew because my daddy talked about me.  He loved me and was proud of me.

What a gift this had been.  There were times growing up that I had heard it so often that I would just say “Yes, dad, I know.  I love you too!” and not think too much about it.  But now, after he’s gone I treasure those words.  I know that they are true, without a doubt.  I can hear him saying them to me in my head…and I’m thankful for that.  So thankful.

I married a man like my daddy. And while my dad could drive me crazy like no one else, He was a good man, a godly man. I married a good man, a godly. A man who loves me, takes care of me, who tells me when I’m wrong, who wants me to grow, who makes me laugh, who drives me crazy and a man who I’m thankful will by munchkin’s daddy. 

So dads, don’t underestimate your influence in your daughter’s life.  Tell your daughter that you love her.  Tell her that you’re proud of her.  Tell her that you think she’s beautiful.  Even when she rolls her eyes, tell her again.  It will sink it.  She hears it.  I promise.

 

*I know nothing about the church or the blog where this article is from.  I don’t know if agree with their beliefs or not.  I am not promoting their church, blog or beliefs and they don’t know I wrote this post.  This article touched me and I wanted to share.