Father’s Day: My First Hero

Father's Day: My First Hero

 

Little girls love their daddy’s like no other. He will be her first hero, the first man she falls in love with. He will become her standard of what a man is. He will largely determine the qualities she will look for in a future husband.
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I have a special relationship with my dad. As the first child in the family, we were able to spend a lot of time together, even with his three jobs and putting himself through college. And as I grew older, I joined him in many of his professional endeavors. My first job, at 16, was in his office working for his assistants. I think I typed envelopes — back in the day when we actually typed them.

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My dad and I on an Easter Sunday.

 

And as I grew older, my responsibilities and opportunities also grew. We developed not only a close parental relationship but a working one as well. I loved and admired the man he was in front of thousands and I loved and admired the man who was my daddy.

And because of that love, I found a man who mirrored his determination to love and honor and support and strengthen his family. That man became my husband — 25 years ago.

Father’s make a giant contribution to our world. They are pillars of strength,¬†protectors, and providers. Their unique insight and wisdom flavor our world and their discipline rights a sometimes topsy-turvy universe. Their work is often endless and difficult, executed with the utmost patience… mostly. (I’m smiling).

But without men in our lives, there is a balance, an ingredient… a certain dynamic missing in all of our lives. Men bring an element to relationships that is unique and vital. And so often, they don’t know it. Our world, lately, hasn’t been kind to men like that.

 

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My husband and son — 15 years ago. (Year 2 of my 18 summers).

So, thank you, men of mine. For putting up with what you do, for working hard, providing well and loving us as you do. You are loved and honored.

It’s Father’s Day, take time to love on your dad, your husband or any other man who has made a significant contribution to your life. Let them know how much you appreciate their love and devotion. Show them in infinite, small ways your gratitude in how they’ve contributed to your life. A card, a text, an email, a phone call, a special meal … a cup of coffee. Kiss them on the cheek and hug their neck. Even if it’s from miles away.

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy
Happy Father’s Day, Honey

 

2 More Thoughts

Daddy’s Hands

I remember Daddy’s hands,
folded silently in prayer
And reaching out to hold me,
when I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story,
in the callouses and lines
Years of work and worry
had left their mark behind

I remember Daddy’s hands,
how they held my Mama tight
And patted my back,
for something done right
There are things that I’ve forgotten,
that I loved about the man
But I’ll always remember
the love in Daddy’s hands

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin’
Daddy’s hands, were hard as steel
when I’d done wrong
Daddy’s hands, weren’t always gentle
But I’ve come to understand
There was always love
in
Daddy’s hands

I remember Daddy’s hands
, working ’til they bled
Sacrificed unselfishly,
just to keep us all fed
If I could do things over,
I’d live my life again
And never take for granted
the love in Daddy’s hands

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind
when I was cryin’
Daddy’s hands, were hard as steel
when I’d done wrong
Daddy’s hands, weren’t always gentle
But I’ve come to understand
There was always love in Daddy’s hands

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind
when I was cryin’
Daddy’s hands, were hard as steel
when I’d done wrong
Daddy’s hands, weren’t always gentle
But I’ve come to understand
There was always love
In Daddy’s hands

— Daddy’s Hands Lyrics by Holly Dunn —

 

Tears In My Daddy’s Eyes

He was always my pillar when I knew I’d fall
Always my anchor, so strong and tall
His hard face changes only for me
His softer side, so careless and free
He knows my dreams are too big for this place
His little girl’s leaving, ready to begin her race
He knows I’ll be thinking of him wherever I go
I know I’m ready to do this on my own
But still I cry and he holds me tight
He tries to be strong, not a tear in sight
I’m ready to reach for the stars in the sky
He’s ready to watch his princess fly
It’s time to let go, sure of a path to take
But now I know, even pillars can break
For when I drive away, trying to stifle my cries
All I could see were tears in my father’s eyes

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/tears-in-my-daddys-eyes

 

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Stephanie Wilson is an author, blogger, publisher, and former television news writer and producer. She lives in the Puget Sound area with her husband and teenage son.