On Fatherhood
Not because Father's Day is just around the bend, but I've been thinking about my father a lot.
Half of everything I know about being a parent I learned from him. There's many things I want to say to him, so many questions to ask him. He died at a young 55. And all I think about are all the things he didn't get to see...my wedding, my little girl (his granddaughter)...
My little girl just cannot sleep with a blanket. So every night, in the middle of the night (when she's finally in a deep slumber), I sneak into her room to put a blanket over her. That simple act is one of many things I love about being a father.
For Father's Day, I do not want socks or ties or a barbeque grilling set. I just want to be able to put a blanket over my little girl. And to remember to send a silent thanks to my father.
Half of everything I know about being a parent I learned from him. There's many things I want to say to him, so many questions to ask him. He died at a young 55. And all I think about are all the things he didn't get to see...my wedding, my little girl (his granddaughter)...
My little girl just cannot sleep with a blanket. So every night, in the middle of the night (when she's finally in a deep slumber), I sneak into her room to put a blanket over her. That simple act is one of many things I love about being a father.
For Father's Day, I do not want socks or ties or a barbeque grilling set. I just want to be able to put a blanket over my little girl. And to remember to send a silent thanks to my father.
posted by jldude at 11:55 PM
3 Comments:
What a beautiful post. My father was 53 when he died and he missed seeing all of his grandchildren. I also have a daughter who throws her covers off even in the depth of a Maine winter. So every night, her father or I cover her up and smile at how sweet she looks while she's sleeping. It's kind of a gift that we get that parents of kids who cover up don't get, I guess.
Shine On,
Lill
My dad also died at 53. I did get to have him walk me down the aisle, and he met my oldest two children, though the second only for a few months. I miss him tons and wish my kids could know him. He would have sooo loved being their grandpa now.
Thank you so much for the lovely comments. I'm not used to comments or an audience so I'm at a lost what to say other than "thank you."
This post was written when I could not sleep the other night, with thoughts swirling about my father, fatherhood...and how long I have to wait before I could go into my girl's room for the blanket ritual.
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