So as the final installment in this week’s Father’s Day Week series, I offer you this piece written by my husband Scott, the father of our children Scotty and Kennedy. Let me go right ahead and call this for what it is: A blatant attempt to tug at your heart strings.
Several weeks ago, when I became inspired to post a week of content dedicated to fathers, I enlisted Scott to write down the top five things he loves about being a dad. I’ll have you know that since giving him this assignment, I have in no way influenced the following responses. Rather, after I had nursed Kennedy in the wee morning hours one day last week, I returned to our bedroom to find Scott at the desk in our bedroom, deep in thought with pen in hand. Here’s what his paper read…
1. Being present for Scotty and Kennedy’s birth. Seeing the children that I helped create come into this world.
It’s something that I’ll always cherish, and it’s something every father should experience. If a man is ever afraid, or doubts whether or not he would want to see such a thing, he should reconsider. It will probably be the greatest moment of his life…because it was mine.
2. Sharing the responsibilities of providing and caring for my son and daughter.
It makes me feel important, that I have a purpose in this world…and that purpose is to guide and provide for their well-being. Being there for them – everyday – is not only my greatest accomplishment, it is also my greatest contribution to this world.
3. Being called Dad, Da’, or Da-da.
I literally warms my heart when I hear Scotty and Kennedy call me any of those variations. Just the other morning, I walked into Scotty’s room to get him up, and he goes. “Oh, hi, Da’!” And Kennedy is starting to say Da-Da now, too. I feel proud. It hits home. It grounds me. It is an affirmation that I am their dad.
4. Seeing my children’s joy and hearing their laughter.
When I see their happiness, in that instant, it becomes my happiness. Seeing them smile – just their smile – makes everything I do worth it.
5. Loving my son and daughter more than anyone I’ve ever known.
I love my wife; I love my mother. But the love I possess for my children far exceeds anything that I could ever comprehend. It’s so unyielding and unconditional. At the risk of sounding morbid, it’s the kind of love that you would take with you to your grave.
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