After I had my second child, I went through a bit of depression. I remember sitting on the couch, still in my pajamas in the middle of the day, with my newborn who was beginning to fuss. Did I mention I had a 16-month-old toddling around as well? I felt paralyzed. I can’t remember what I picked up to read, but I remember how it struck me. I think I sobbed for the next half hour, not in sadness, but in relief. It said that children are very forgiving. It said that I just needed to do my best, and love and care for my children, and if I mess up, they will forgive me because they love me back.
Dads, I want to extend this to you. Your best is all you can give. Are you giving your best? Are you putting forth the same level of effort at home as you do at work, if not more? If your answer is yes, thank you. As a wife and a daughter, I say thank you. That’s all we ask. We ask for your best love. Your children will remember time spent with them. They will forgive you for accidentally crushing their favorite toy with your giant foot or for sending them to school with their shirt on inside-out. Make memories. Spend time. Give your attention.
When I think of my dad, the first thing that comes to mind is that he used to let me ride in the truck with him when he was taking out the trash or going to the hardware store, and he’d always stop at the gas station and let me pick out my own piece of candy. As one of four girls, this one-on-one time meant the world to me. It may sound silly, but in something so simple, I felt his love for me. He let me ride along.