We went to the park yesterday and I was just watching my husband teaching my son about the big excavator that happened to be parked nearby. Sometimes while I’m watching them I realize how important it is, these small moments, for a child and their Daddy. Having been a single mom for 11 years prior to getting married, I never realized that having the other half in the picture was so important until I had given birth to my second.
It’s not the knowledge that is being bestowed from the Father to the Son, I could have easily told him about the teeth on the excavator, how big the bucket was or that they were caterpillar treads. It is just the feeling of security and strength that is held in my husband’s arms as he holds our son in his hands or grasps it with a surety as they walk side by side along the pathway of dirt. He looks up to him in a way that he doesn’t look up to me. I’m the one he runs to when he’s sad or hurt, when he’s lonely or when he wants to cuddle; but my husband is the wonder that knows everything, the brave one – the strong one.
I compare myself to the earth that surrounds them and holds them up, while my husband is the truck that moves the earth and gives the imagination of everything possible. If he were missing the earth would still be there, but the fascination of something so magnificent would be lost.
My son will always be a Momma’s boy, but the more he grows the more I know he will want to be just like his Daddy.