Dad, I’m thankful for the before days.
Father’s Day holds great meaning, not because the day is great, but because of all the days you made great before it.
You have loved us fully, and you have worked so diligently.
You took the time to teach us while we sat down for dinner.
You planned creative birthdays and entertained us with magic tricks.
You taught us to speak out, but live kind.
And more than all this, you’ve consistently said yes to God and not yourself.
All these things are not lost on me, and Father’s Day has so much meaning, because
You’ve spent all the before days loving us deeply.
And our God, the Father we share together, has given us so much!I thank our Heavenly Father for choosing you to be my Dad.He is the One who has granted all the before days. Our lives are rich with them!
So, here I am it’s Father’s Day. I’m confident these 24 hours aren’t magical. Rather the before days in which you’ve loved us purposefully will make this Father’s Day special.Our God is good and another year has come in which I get to tell you–
Happy Father’s Day!
Thank you for loving us in the before, the during, and the after.
Love, Your (favorite) Second Daughter
I am able to see my parents this week and I am beyond thrilled to spend time with them! Their visit has had me thinking about one of the greatest gifts of parenthood which is also one of the greatest things that my parents have ever given me. And that great thing is this—-the freedom to be an adult. It always made me sad when I met girls that were in their twenties who still had their choices being controlled by their parents. Granted, maybe some of these girls lacked the fire to stand and choose and be an adult. But there was also a great pull of control by the parents. That really saddened me. It also made me realize how great a gift my parents had given me when they let me leave the home with wings that were all my own. I was 17 and able to make my own choices, choose my own path, and start my way to becoming a woman.
They never made me feel bad for leaving the home, they expressed their trust in me in the relationships I chose to have, they gave me the freedom to choose college or not. I chose not to do college and they supported me. They did not pressure me to come home for the holidays, but always loved it when I did. They did not meddle in how I spent my money, how I dated, or how I went about my work. Continue reading “The Great Gift of Parenthood”