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A true father is always there. He is there to spill tears of happiness when his eyes fall upon his infant daughter. He is there with arms to catch her when she takes her first steps or stumbles. He is there to teach her at the youngest age, even though she might not understand half of it. He is there to help her color inside the lines, make her grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and tie her shoes. He is there to hug her and kiss her on her first days of school, and to walk her in if need be. He is there to teach her and tease her and laugh with her. He is always there to embarrass her, but that’s part of life. He is there to tell her to go ask her mother, when her mother told her to ask him. He is there to lecture her, prepare her for the monster called high school. He is there to put up with her teenage moods and her co-ed relationships. He is there to approve, disapprove, accept and forgive. He is there to give her a big bundle of flowers when she graduates, to smile when her name is called and feel proud. He is there to embrace her and kiss her before she goes to live and learn a thousand miles away. He is there to see her become a workingwoman, to walk her down the aisle (or not, if her independence and stubbornness prevail after all). He is there to watch her grow as the lines on his face grow. He is there to welcome her home, always, and let her hug him and smell the smell she remembers from childhood, the warm, protecting, comforting smell of dad. But most of all, he is always there to love her. And she is always there to love him back.
– Katie Schmarr

10 Replies to “A letter to my first born”

  1. Powerful words ❤ I was very touched reading it and thank you for putting a smile on my face 🙂
    To become a parent is not always easy but its def worth it !

  2. Hey Simon. Yet another wonderful post. The lines read more like a heartfelt prayer than they do a blog post. I found the word ‘cherish’ sprang readily to mind together with memories of my mother and a recall of long hot summers spent with my family visiting grandparents. At its heart lies the essence of all that parenthood should represent in the manner by which it offers unconditional love, support, guidance, warmth and tenderness to a child, and such wonderful words should be read as a mantra by every parent the day before a child is conceived, and the day after the child is delivered in to the world.

    I live in the UK where sadly there are far to many errant dad’s and far to many absent fathers who have failed miserably to fulfil their personal responsibilities after having brought forth a new life in to the world. It’s a very damning demonstration of declining social structures, moral destitution, ineffective education, unprincipled behaviour and an indication of a complete lack of spiritual maturity, to which there seems to be no end.

    I am left feeling that the words in your post should be stuck to the forehead of every born son to be seen each and every time they look in the mirror as a reminder of what is going to be truly important in a man’s life.

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