To My Kids,
There have been a lot of surprises in life for your dad and me. There was a lot I didn’t know about what life would require of us and who we would need to be to meet those challenges. I didn’t know about losing babies and losing a job. I didn’t know about in-law conversations, medical issues, and communication differences. I didn’t know about how your dad would handle home remodeling challenges, or how hard he’d have to work to provide for our family, or how much time he’d spend watching “Dr. Who”. But I didn’t really care about that stuff when I was trying to decide if he was the man I wanted to marry.
While other girls were looking for the bad boys or the jocks or the future Wall Street executives, I had my eyes on a different goal. I wanted to find a man who would be an awesome dad. I knew that while God gave me other talents and opportunities, I always felt my calling (at least for a season) was to put my energy into being a mother. I was excited about getting to see that dream fulfilled and I wanted to partner with the very best man for the job.
I was blessed with a wonderful dad. My dad showed his love for us by faithfully providing for our family and by loving my mom well. He was usually home for dinner and read the Bible to us over breakfast. My dad planned fun family trips so my childhood memories are punctuated by camping trips, and motorhome excursions, and family camp, and long car rides across the country. I can only imagine what my dad sacrificed to make those vacations happen (for a lot of years things were financially very tight and we were a single income family), but many of my favorite memories of my dad are of times we spent together on trips. . . and most of what I knew as a child about how married people talk to each other was learned while my parents thought I was asleep in the backseat.
I wanted a father for my children who had some of those important traits in common with my dad, but I always knew there were a couple priorities I wanted that were different. My dad struggled to give verbal affirmation although I never doubted his love. My dad didn’t read bedtime stories, or brush hair, or change diapers. He didn’t help with the cooking or laundry and if you saw him cleaning, you knew he had reached his breaking point with the state of the house. I had a great father, but I wanted my kids to have a dad that had a nurturing side, too.