My First Born
While cleaning out my attic, packing to prepare for a huge move, I came across this picture of my first born as a newborn. The picture is well over 17 years old, as now she will be turning 18 in a few months. Time seems like it flew by me as she is presently transitioning into becoming a woman, trying to figure this life out and find her own path (as we all are).
There are so many reasons I am proud of her, but for starters, she is a tremendously thoughtful, intelligent, talented, kind hearted, and very beautiful inside and out. I can only hope that this move I am making puts us closer relationally as much as it will locationally. Her whole life I’ve only wanted to be close to her but have had many challenges—including but not limited to, my own process of maturing. But even if our relationship doesn’t improve anytime soon, I am still very proud of this one and will always be in her corner rooting her on for whatever God has in store for her. I’d say that I am a very blessed man to call her my daughter. And fathers, hear me on this: cherish the precious time you have with your children while you can. They will soon grow up to become us and there’s no gong back for do-overs. Enjoy every moment and make the most of whatever the circumstances are for your fatherhood. Our children need our sacrificial love, intentional affection, instruction/wisdom, humility and most of all, our leading example.
