The love of a mother is often always there, but the love of a father…when one secures that kind of love, it makes a huge difference in the life of the child-receiver. Unfortunately, several women (and men) grow up without knowing the love of a Father. Their fathers may have been present in their lives, but perhaps he was critical, abusive, unreasonably demanding, or passive. Others did not have a Daddy present, so the issue of being loved by them wasn’t relevant. Perhaps, he abandoned the child’s mother and in so doing, abandoned the child. Maybe he died physically. Many research studies show that without the consistent love of a father, children grow up into adults carrying all sorts of emotional complexities. They go into relationships with a flawed picture of how the relationship ought to be, bringing frustration oftentimes to their partners. I truly believe that children loved by their fathers tend to have a more well- balanced psyche, and are at a low to moderate risk for being emotionally insecure. I say ‘low to moderate risk’ because being loved by your Dad doesn’t take away all the risk for emotional insecurity. That is because even good fathers are still flawed and have their own share of ignorance, mistakes and regrets; hence, their ability to love us for whom we really are is imperfect. Yet, when you see a good father loving his child, regardless of his failings, it simply astounds you.
I caught a glimpse into this type of love when I spoke to a dear Uncle last night.
He had last seen his 20-year-old daughter almost four years ago. She was 17 at the time and had come to the United States to study to become a Medical Doctor. To him, she was a child when she came left home. She had never lived away from her parents …not even for one second of her life.
Last night I spoke to him about how he felt seeing his daughter after almost four years. He told me,” We strolled down the streets tonight, hand in hand. She talked, I listened. I talked, she listened. She spoke, not the way a child talks with her father, but the way a woman talks…with her father. It was cold last night when we walked, but I felt very warm inside – seeing that my child has now become a woman.”
My heart melted – it almost seemed like it were made of butter – as I heard him talk to me over the phone. As he spoke, a picture of a perfect father holding me in his hands flashed quickly across my mind. I was walking with the perfect father on the beach. He was laughing. His hair made billowy waves as the winds of the sea played with it. I felt secure and at rest as we walked on the sandy shore. With him, I did not have to pretend to be anything I wasn’t. I could be myself and not have to worry about his acceptance of me.
As the vision of my heavenly Father swept over me, I suddenly realized that there is a reason why our earthly fathers are imperfect…regardless of if they loved us or never did. It’s so that we will be forced to look up to the Heavenly father – the perfect father. Even now, he invites us to take a walk with him…hand in hand. He’ll talk, we’ll listen. We’ll talk, and he’ll listen. With him, we can be rest assured that we’ll grow in every good thing. We won’t always be a child, tossed to and fro by the skirmishes that constantly plagues the world, but we’ll become the grown woman or man who can have a nice steady conversation with him, unafraid that we’ll be accepted or not.
Come with me. Let’s take a walk with my Father…and yours!