It’s Father’s Day today here in Australia. What a privilege it is to be a father. As a consequence I feel slightly uneasy with all the fuss that’s being made this morning. After all, I’ve had this job for 13 years now and am only just feeling like I’m hitting my straps. It can be hard, it can be challenging, it can be complicated. Of course it can also be immensely rewarding, fun, exciting and uplifting. It’s the one job I have that when I die I want to have the ’360 degree feedback’ say he always tried his best and did an excellent job.
My youngest, 8 years old, surprised me with a poem she had hand written. I learned afterwards she had searched the internet and decided this met her needs. I’d like to share it. It says:
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quite sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle’s flight,
The joy of a morning in Spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need.
Then God combined these qualities.
When there was nothing to add,
He knew his masterpiece was complete,
He called it…………Dad.
I was so humbled and at the same time daunted. I aspire to be all these things for my children and hope that each day my actions take me steadily closer to this picture.
This morning I’ve thanked my kids for the opportunity to be their dad.