I remember when my children were little. I’d come home from work, shout that I was home and watch them run to me with extended arms. We’d wrestle or play tea party. It was a very special time – my children let me love them. Times change…and our young children start to grow up. I was reminded of this when instead of extended arms I was presented with a finger in the air saying hold on a second. It is easy to think that you’ve been replaced and long for those past moments. It’s the hard part of being a father…making the adjustment. Our children haven’t forgotten us. They just need us in a different way. Stay close to them, but far enough away to let them stand on their own. Express your love for them, even if they don’t like to receive it. Pray for them. You’ll always be there father…..just remember to always be their father.
Psalm 127:3-5 reminds us, “Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from Him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.”
Be Strong. Act Like Fathers.