June 21, 2010 at 12:50 pm 3 comments

This is belated, I know, but I didn’t want to let the opportunity pass me by. I’d like to thank all the papas.

You are important.

As your children: We listen for your footsteps at the door. We save up good news to spill at your smiling face. We count on you to be big. We are sure you will help us. We come to you for your physicality, either a body consuming hug or a frantic, laugh-til-you-pee tickle session. We want to please you and make you proud. We fall in love with you over and over again, as you hold our little hand in yours and again later, as you hold your grandchildren’s little hands. We will never know a man who shines like you do.

As your women: We too listen for your footsteps at the door. We save up good news to whisper into your ear. We count on you to be big in spirit. We are sure you will help us. We send our children to you for the physicality they crave but that our mama muscles cannot provide. We want to please you, be pleased by you, make you proud, and be proud of you. We fall in love with you over and over again, as you cradle our newborn’s wrinkly hand, and hopefully again later, as you snuggle our wrinkly hands. We will never find a man who shines like you do.

The papas in our lives are like bookends. One brings us up, gives us our first understanding of masculine love, and forever forms our perception of who we are as women. Later, unconsciously, we use that template from our childhood and hold it up against every beau that waits for us on our doorstep. One of those suitors becomes the complimentary bookend, and we give him the greatest possible honor, fathering our children, hoping against hope that he will do that honor justice.

And time and time again, you do.


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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Erin  |  June 22, 2010 at 10:43 am

    How simply and truly beautiful! Thank you!

    I have recently discovered your blog when it was linked to by thisinspiredlife and I’m grateful for more company in the land of feelings and living with a wide open heart, while parenting our little folk.

    This post, the last part, reminds me how I’ve grown in understanding the original masculine love I grew up with and how my “new book end” is little like my Dad, (for the challenges that brings, a good thing), and how I am coming to see the differences, and provide some help to my boys’ father to become “strong” in that masculine way. He grew up with absent fathering, and works on his ability to grow with his kids. It is a tough road for the father who is also the bread winner and “hunter” of our family, as he has less time with his kids and needs to work on connection daily and consistently. When he doesn’t, or has worked some long stretches, he loses the boys’ attachment and respect, I think.

    I like to think he will stay committed and focused, and will be also be a wonderful grandparent, as well as father in the years ahead. 🙂


  • 2. dig this chick  |  June 22, 2010 at 2:55 pm

    So lovely, Natalie.

  • 3. 6512 and growing  |  June 22, 2010 at 8:15 pm

    This was gorgeous!


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