Weekend Assignment . . .About a Dad

My son John asked us to tell about our dads. Like my own children, I am the product of divorce. Unlike my son, I have not even one intersting story to share about my father.  I got over it a long time ago, but the only dad I ever had was in my imagination.  My natural father gave me nothing but disappointment. 

My father was a man unable to handle the resposibility of a wife and 4 daughters (it's a tough job for anyone).  He remarried and had a so-so life.  I wish he could have had it better. 

I have the utmost respect for most dads.  It's all on the dad for so much of life.  Generally, he is the breadwinner and has less time to spend with his family than he deserves, but he makes the best of it. 

I could give you example after example of dads I've met that top the mark.  When I was a little girl, my best friend Becky lived right next door.  Every day, her father would get off the bus, walk the half block home with his briefcase in hand and sweep his hat off his head, opening both arms as Becky would run down the driveway to him.  I saw that act of love every day.  I loved Becky's dad, too.  He was the closest thing I had to a dad and the ideal I placed in my mind from then on out. He wasn't a "TV" dad like on Father Knows Best, but a real person who loved and cared for his family.

I know things have changed and times have changed, but the love a father has for his family is as real now as ever.  I know this because I'm part of the family of God and my Father loves me and all of his children all day, every day.