Having a teen, and a tween, daughter is definitely a vocation within a vocation for a parent. A pink martyrdom. Nuff said.
But, as a dear and wise friend who has grown children said to me once, “Every age has its beauty.”
It’s hard to let go of their childhood. Really hard. At least for me.
I remember several years ago when my daughter gave me a hand painted piece of construction paper for Father’s Day that said on it,
Dad is a Son’s First Hero and a Daughter’s First Love.
I had to “use the restroom” to have a good sob.
Who am I?
My wife said to me later that night,
Do you have any idea how powerful your love for your girls is? Don’t ever underestimate it.
I try not to.
And a priest in Confession once echoed her words,
God’s entrusted those children to you to imprint His Face deep into their minds and hearts. Be a good artist and make Him recognizable.
Such words concentrate the soul wonderfully.
Original sin is not only the violation of a positive command, but attempts to abolish fatherhood, destroying its rays which permeate the created world, placing in doubt the truth about God who is Love and leaving man with only a sense of the master-slave relationship. ― St. John Paul II
Fatherhood: my life’s sweetest terror.
Here’s my oldest guitar-wielding daughter now: