Was a statement ever rendered to you that relinquished your doubt as a good parent? Was that statement so subtle yet so powerful that you melted inside? This morning I had a brief phone conversation with my son. In short notice, he expressed some understanding of the use of my term, “a father’s love”. I asked him what transpired between he and Xavier for him to make that statement. There was nothing. Just the fact that as the youngster grows daily into a person, a father’s love cements imperviously. He is understanding a bit more now. As our conversation ended, as he thumbed the end call on his cell, I reminisced back when I first became a father.
I closed my eyes and remembered when my children’s love filled my empty room. The tears I cry won’t bring it back again unless the lonely star should fall. Will his son call his Dad, who deals in love beyond repair? Will he heal his world when the heart is in need of care? Will he shine a light ahead when the next step is unclear? Call your Dad. He’s needed here.