Last month my husband was out of town for a few weeks. Of course I missed him but for the first time I saw beyond my missing my best friend and beyond the extra chores that fell upon me in his absence. I saw the absence of the father of my children.
He wasn't there to wrestle with Milton, to snuggle with Maeva, to read books and play outside. He wasn't there during bathtime or to give goodnight kisses.
In fact, while he was gone Milton, who's been potty-trained for a year, started having accidents (yes, that is plural - I probably should have made it a capital S!) and Maeva, woke up screaming with night terrors several times.
I am amazed at how important a father, a good father, is in a child's life. The love and encouragement he provides is just a little bit different than mine and essential to a child's healthy development.
Of course, if it is not possible for the child's father to step into that important role another (non-father) can fill that need but it does seems to be extremely important that there is a good man there.
I am so thankful to God for the fantastic man he gave me to be my childrens' father.
Happy Father's Day to all the wonderful fathers out there!
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