Saturday, June 16, 2007
"Daddy, Don't Sing!" - A Tribute to a Great Dad
When you choose a husband you don't really know what kind of a dad he will be. The question lurks somewhere at the back of your mind. Then one day you get pregnant. You're both ecstatic...and terrified! You go to the birthing classes together, read the books, and wonder dreamily what the little one will look like. The big day arrives. He holds your hand, trying to be strong for you, even though he's scared to death. The baby arrives, and true Daddyhood begins. Some dads find reasons to be "busy" whenever diapers need changing. Some just flat refuse. But the good ones jump right in and get peed on and pooped on, spit up on, and more. Justin is this kind of a dad.
It's a sweet picture to see a Daddy napping with his little one in his arms. This has been a favorite past time of Justin's. Evan slept better on his daddy than in his bed. Duncan is more of a crib baby. But Justin is working on that! Both boys enjoy playing with Daddy. Justin reads stories, sings songs, stacks blocks, plays chase. They both enjoy it immensely, except Justin's singing doesn't always please everyone. Evan told Justin one day, "Daddy, don't sing" after a rousing rendition of one of Evan's favorites. Justin soothes Duncan when he wakes up crying and in need of snuggles. He takes pleasure in all of the milestones and just the everyday grins and giggles. He loves being a dad. Being a participant in his boys' lives makes him a great one. He stayed by Evan's bedside while he spent his last days in the hospital. He's been a loving and happy father to Duncan, in spite of his grief. I'm proud of him. He is everything I could have ever hoped for in a daddy for my children. Happy Father's Day, Justin!