I think that Father's Day should have that same feeling.
Because I know one very special man in my life that deserves that.
He became a father in 2012. He was scared, and so was I, since this was our first baby! He grew up helping to raise his nieces, but this was his very own flesh and blood that we were solely responsible for.
He spent nights awake with our son, walking with him, bouncing him, telling him about the world. I could see in my sons eyes when my husband was holding him, there was a very special bond there, one that I wouldn't be able to understand.
Of course we have our own bond as well, but... this was just different.
Time passed, more quickly than we would have wished it to, and our baby grew. He learned to walk and talk, and he needed us every step of the way. And his dad never missed a beat when it came to keeping up with him.
Then came baby #2, and it was a whole new world. We were more confident, and sometimes one of the babies needed to wait a few minutes while the others needs were met, but everything was ok.
My husband was still there, strong as ever, the steady rock that our family has come to rely on. He naps with #2 on his chest, close to his heart, and has his own sling to hold him close when we are out and about.
I can see that same look in my second sons eyes.
It's such a beautiful thing to see, and I'm so proud of my husband. Not every woman and child is so lucky to have such a great example of fatherhood in their lives, but we have it.
I know that he doesn't always think that he is enough, and he worries that he wasn't cut out to be a dad. But I don't think he was more perfectly built for anything else.
I often envy how easy he makes it look, although the struggles of parenthood are real for him too. I can only hope that his sons see him for the amazing father he is, and grow to be amazing fathers as well.
Thank you Steven. I really mean that.
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