When the good Lord was creating Fathers He started with a tall frame. And an 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.”
And 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 in his hands.”
And then God moulded long, slim legs and broad shoulders. And 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?”
And God smiled and said, “A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle, and 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 every 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 Branbury 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 saw everything, but remained calm and tolerant. Finally, several moments passed, and He added tears. Then He turned to the angel and said, “Now, are you satisfied that he can love as much as a Mother?” …..
The angel was silenced and agreed, without a doubt.
I thank God Bunny Girl has a wonderful ‘God created father’ who takes her bike riding, swimming, running and monkey jumping. A father who spends sleepless nights when she has the sniffles, who sacrifices an additional shut-eye when he hears her tiny voice ask “Dada can you play with me?”
She has been blessed with a father who labors through the week to provide the best for her and who knows material providence can never substitute quality one one time with his darling child. She definitely has an awesome Dad but you know what’s the most awesome thing of all? She has praying Dad and no matter where she goes or what she does in the years to come, she will always know he will be there for her in love, support and prayer.
Happy Father’s Day Dada from your little Bunny girl and me. We love and appreciate you so much!
And to all the Dads out there, we honor you and pray you have a great Father’s Day. God bless!
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