I will say that the most difficult thing I have ever done is to jump into fatherhood. To make it perfectly clear from the get-go, I am not declaring that it is more difficult than motherhood. I was present for my daughters’ births; I would not ever trade places with my wife. I have limited use of the hand I held hers in to this day. And holding hands wasn’t a fraction of the excitement we experienced that day pushing nineteen years ago delivering the Grad.
I had a great childhood. So did my sister. Our parents provided for our needs and then some. We were spoiled, I’ll be the first to admit. Having both sets of grandparents living within a half block walk did not hurt. The family saw to it that a lot of our wants were fulfilled. The ones that weren’t, let’s just say that they were unrealistic. But can you fault a kid for trying?
Getting older, I formed an idea that my family life was not the norm but the exception. Too many of those around me did not find happiness in family life. I became determined that I was not going to perpetuate any madness and sadness by getting married and having children. I think someone once said something about the best-laid schemes of men and mice.
This carried itself into my thirties. Then I got caught up in reminiscing of words spoken by the Greats. This specific Great would be my paternal great-grandmother and her talk of God. More like her talk to God, she practiced the dying art of prayer. Her so doing stuck with me, along with her teeth she’d deposit in a glass of water just before retiring for the night.
So that God that she talked to, funny thing is that He has a way of answering prayers. This particular one answered for me centered around settling. I had reached the point in life where I felt that it was as good as it was going to get. When you tell the Eternal Father how things are going to be, He is going to instruct you as to His will for you. The short of it is that I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and living its tenants makes me a family man.
So back to fatherhood. I most enthusiastically declare that it is the most solid path to happiness that a male can follow. Why do you think that God gives his children commandments? It has never been to restrict their freedom. If one wants a training handbook for fatherhood, inquire within the cover of the Bible. The operator’s manual, well that is the Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ. I am not perfect, but I think I have a chance to come out of this in pretty good shape.
The Girls wanted to know what their Dad wanted for Father’s Day. Not so long ago he got the perfect gift. More precisely, four of them! The oldest brought a son into the family. Their daughter is our present. I run out of toes and fingers counting the blessings all have brought to my life. Happy Father’s Day to my Dad and to all of those out there. As I bask in the glow of these tender mercies, I’ll remind you to enjoy the day, and go out in the sunshine and fresh air. ■