From the minute we are born, our Daddys hold our hands. Mine did. My father passed away about a month ago. He had been very ill for quite a long while. His death was really was not a surprise and we had not had much face time in the past few years… living about 500 miles apart. I’ve had a question on my mind since the day that he took up residence in his heavenly home… “Can a little girl learn to let go of her daddy’s hand?” Even if she’s not so “little” anymore?
My father was a really an amazing example of what a “Daddy” looks like. He was in his 30s when I was born…about 13 years into my parents marriage. By all accounts, I was the “apple of his eye” and the only daughter… you know…”Daddy’s girl”! I have wonderful memories of this man but most of them are about turning points. Turning points in my life when a girl can only hope and pray that she has a daddy to go to. A Daddy to lean on. A Daddy to confide in. You know…someone to hold your hand.
When can a man who fathers a baby be considered a “daddy? My short answer is…. when he is committed to holding his daughter’s hand. At birth, at pre-school, at middle-school, at high school, at graduation, at your wedding day and ultimately in the autumn of his life. By many people’s standards my Daddy was a successful man….self-made…. and an absolute joy to be around (how many people can say that?) but my definition of successful is somewhat different from most. I ask “Was his life spent emulating good things to his children? Was he there in the times of tough decisions to counsel and help us through? Did he hold my hand every time I needed my Daddy? Resounding “YES HE DID”. Thank you Daddy for being the best father a girl could have ever dreamed of having. I know you will be holding my hand still today, tomorrow and forever!
I found some amazing pictures that describe he closeness of father and daughter…without any words. I am filled with thankfulness for the contribution.
Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father. "There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."