I can remember my Father carrying me on his shoulders and my laughing with the glee of a four year old. When he would come home from work he would greet me as if I was the most important person in the world. I rode between he and my Mother on his Harley Davidson motorcycle. He looked mysterious and cool with his leather jacket and motorcycle hat. I learned years later from my mother that he regularly carried a gun.
When I was six years old my Mom and Dad divorced. I never saw him again.
Aaron and Jonathon are the light of Mary Jane’s and my life! Nothing has given us more joy than their presence in our lives! When they and their Mother are happy and well…I am at peace.
Being a Father frightened me at first…I so desperately wanted to be a good one. The best remedy for the early Dad Jitters is just to dive in…immersion…and let the key ingredient be love.
I often lamented in the early years that my sons did not come with a manual or book of directions. But then again, what is the fun in that?
I had a minister…many years ago…that took a fatherly interest in me and several of my church friends. Many of the lessons and admonishments that he shared with me have helped me throughout my life.
I wonder if we do not have an innate human desire to find our Heavenly Dad…Father…Creator?