When God Created Fathers When the good Lord was creating fathers, He started with a tall frame. And a female angel nearby said, "What kind of father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put fathers up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping." And God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?" And when God made a father's hands, they were large and sinewy. And the angel shook her head sadly and said, "Do You know what You're doing? Large hands are clumsy. They can't manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats." God smiled and said, "I know, but they're large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day…yet small enough to cup a child's face." Then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders. The angel nearly had a heart attack. "Boy, this is the end of the week, all right," she clucked. "Do You realize You just made a father without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?" God smiled and said, "A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus." God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer. "That's not fair. Do You honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?" And God smiled and said, "They'll work. You'll see. They'll support a small child who wants to "ride a horse to Banbury Cross" or scare off mice at the summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill." God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remain calm and tolerant. Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears. Then He turned to the angel and said, "Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?" And the angel shutteth up! By Erma Bombeck My Hero As I ponder the love that I saw in his eyes, A Godly love, given without compromise.... I recall many times that he stood by my side, And prodded me on with great vigor and pride. His voice ever confident, firm and yet fair, Always speaking with patience, tenderness and care. The power and might of his hands was so sure, I knew there was nothing we couldn't endure. It's true, a few others provided insight, Yet, he laid the foundation that kept me upright. He's the grandest of men to have lived on this earth, Although he's not royal by stature or birth. He's a man of great dignity, honor and strength. His merits are noble, and of admirable length. He's far greater than all other men that I know, He's my Dad, he's my mentor, my friend and hero. -Poem by Debbie Hinton Young It Takes More Than Blood It takes more than blood to be a dad. Oh this is surely a proven fact. I've seen men give his heart to a child ... Never once think of taking it back. A Dad is the one who is always there; He protects a child from all harm. He gives a child the assurance that he will be their anchor in any storm. A real Dad is a man that teaches his child all the things in life he needs to know. He's the tower of strength a child leans on. The source of love that helps them grow. There are men that children call Daddy. Oh, he is their shelter when it rains. He showers them with unconditional love. As if it were his blood in their veins. Whenever you meet a Dad that redefines the word, honor him with all the respect that is due. Understand that he proudly wears this banner ... Because his heart is big enough for you. It's sad but true that not all men understand it takes more than blood to be a dad. Someday if they wake up to their empty life ... They shall miss what they could have had. To those men who will never be a dad ... No matter what they say or do. It takes more than blood to possess that title ... And it's only found in a man like you. Author Kaye Des'Ormeaux ©2001 All Rights Reserved. In Honor of a true Dad Lessons My Father Taught Me I watched you today, as you watched your grandchildren, my children- and wondered how you endured the pain, fear, joy and elation that transforms us into parents. I remembered the patience, the laughter, the tears. Do I have the strength to endure it all? It is with great anticipation that I take these baby steps as guardian, guide and parent, filled with a fear of flying and failing- hoping that I might find as you have- the child within myself, the magic of youth. To encourage the spirit and to nurture the imagination as well as the soul. I will move slowly, delicately, yet boldly- armed with the wisdom of your life, your love, with full awareness of my shortcomings, yet pride in my strength, thankful that it was you that brought me to this place, this time, this love. I watched you today as you watched your grandchildren. -Poem by Monique Wright-Hanna My Father When I was: Four years old: My daddy can do anything. Five years old: My daddy knows a whole lot. Six years old: My dad is smarter than your dad. Eight years old: My dad doesn't know exactly everything. Ten years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different. Twelve years old: Oh, well, naturally, Dad doesn't know anything about that. He is too old to remember his childhood. Fourteen years old: Don't pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned. Twenty-one years old: Him? My Lord, he's hopelessly out of date. Twenty-five years old: Dad knows about it, but then he should, because he has been around so long. Thirty years old: Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks. After all, he's had a lot of experience. Thirty-five years old: I'm not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad. Forty years old: I wonder how Dad would have handled it. He was so wise. Fifty years old: I'd give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn't appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him. Writer Unknown Return to Home