4/5/11
Just the other the day my daughter did something amazing. It was spectacular actually and gave me new meaning of my sense of touch. My beautiful little girl is reaching and kicking towards my hand. I can feel it and see it—almost as if she is already reaching for my helping hand. This moves me in such a special way, because my hand moves her. No one else’s. My sense of touch is huge right now.
This “holding of daddy’s hand” has inspired the following poem. My prayer about what and how to teach her. Lessons learned from both 10 and I by example and encouragement. Enjoy…
“Will You Love Me Daddy”
Will you love me daddy and teach me to play,
and show me how to put my toys away?
and show me how to put my toys away?
Will you love me daddy and teach me to skate,
and take me on my first date?
and take me on my first date?
Will you love me daddy and teach me to rhyme,
and show me how to have a good time?
and show me how to have a good time?
Will you love me daddy and teach me to read,
and show me what I can achieve?
and show me what I can achieve?
Will you love me daddy and hold my hand,
and show me that God has a plan?
and show me that God has a plan?
Will you love me daddy and teach me about friends,
and how you and mommy love me just as I am?
and how you and mommy love me just as I am?
Zaria, mommy and I will do all of the above,
with Jesus, care, and all our love!
with Jesus, care, and all our love!
