When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. ( 1 Cor 13:11) These words from the apostle Paul need to be in every young father’s vocabulary.
As a young man, I loved games. I loved board games, card games, video games. Ultimately those games that I loved were more about selfishness than they were about relaxing and connecting with those with whom I played.
For the first few years of marriage, I continued to be a “gamer.” My wife and I had a lot of arguments over those times that I would spend in front of a computer screen or out with my friends playing ball. Before you say it, husband, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to let me have fun, it was that I was still doing these activities as though I were a single man. I was neglecting her as well as our young family. I still understood as a child.
As a guy, it is often hard to connect with daughters. I don’t play dress up or do tea parties, so the common interests are usually not there. That being said, as a father of three daughters I do believe it is important to spend time with them one on one, to be their White Knight.
In the spring each year, I attend a daddy-daughter dance with my girls. It is an excellent time to take them out on the town and have fun. It has a dual purpose in my mind however as I am modeling for them what a future date should look like. We dress up. I take them out to dinner. I open the doors and put on their coats. I talk to them about them. You know all the things we want for them out of a potential suitor.
I had recently written a post on the journey my family went through with our oldest son. As he started to near adulthood he openly came out against the principles and teaching that his mother and I had spent most of his life instilling in him. I won’t rehash today, but I wanted to give the conclusion and the update to this hurdle of life.
This past Sunday, as I prepared to turn fort… I can’t even type it; I was so blessed to attend the baptismal service of my once wayward son.
It is hard to put into words the feelings and emotion that came to me that morning. After my conversion to Christ, and my wedding day, it was the greatest day of my life.
I am a young father, well maybe more like youngish. While we have seven children ranging from High school to newborn, and I haven’t started to think of myself as a grandfather as we have yet to be blessed with any grandchildren. Maybe I should, however.
I recently was challenged with the idea of I am raising my grandchildren. Say what? You just said you don’t have any grandchildren.
Let me explain.