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 Yesterday was Father's Day. For a girl who grew up without a dad around, it has never been an important day for me. Until 12 years ago. Now that I am married to a father (and a great one at that) I have to reevaluate my view of them. No one ever told me growing up that fathers were superfluous, but somehow I absorbed it into my worldview. I grew up in a Southern matriarchal family with no use for men-- they were deserters or drunks or worse, in some cases. Other than my maternal grandfather, who was a hero to me, I didn't have any great male role models in my life. But, sadly, even my grandfather was under the rule of the matriarchs. He rarely stood up to my grandmother, and she never showed him any respect. When he was a P.O.W. in WWII, she wouldn't tell anyone because she was ashamed. She saw him as a failure rather than the hero he was. So as a child I learned that Neosporin could cure anything, Coca-Cola was God's gift to everyone, and if you ate the crusts of your bread your hair would be curly. Oh and by the way, men are weak, untrustworthy and who needs them anyway? What a prize I was for my husband... Somehow by God's grace in the past 16 years of marriage, I have unlearned so many things from my past. Neosporin will heal many things nicely, Coke is tasty but makes you fat , and I have eaten my crust for 37 years and my hair is still as straight as a stick. And my husband is strong, trustworthy and we all need him very much. He is always there for us-- the good times, the bad times, the boring times and the crazy times. I am so blessed to have him in my life, and I couldn't ask for a better father to my children. I think of all the soccer games and teeball games and gymnastics practices; the Bible Schools and Easter egg hunts and Christmas plays; the play dates and sleepovers and field trips. He is always there for us. He doesn't complain; he doesn't go play golf while we do our thing. He's with us, doing what we do, making it work as best we can. And I thank God for him and the family we have made together. I'm not sure why he has put up with me all these years, but I am so glad he stuck it out.  Sydney and Daddy feeding the fish  Give me a kiss (Sydney)  Jason baptizing Spenser  Jason and Reed  Coach Daddy with Reed  Me, Jason, Sydney  Jason with newborn Macy |
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