Man. this is tough. I was trying think through a "Dear birth parent" letter for Pam and I to add to our this-is-who-we-are photo book (this book is given to prospective mothers to decide if they want to meet us and have us adopt their baby).
If you take a minute and try to figure out what you would say....not easy. It's not easy to come up with the words and then the words that I think of are not easy words either. The version that I prefer started with "I'm scared of you" and talked about my jealousy as a dad when I hear my daughter talk about her "father" (as she has taken to calling her birth dad). I then went on to talk about other things too, but Pam didn't think that "I'm scared of you" was a good start. :o)
So, what is a "daddy"? What makes a dad a dad? I obviously don't think it is the blood. I know that I am a dad to Maya K and we don't share any blood at all (though you wouldn't know if you saw us spending time together). So, if it isn't in the blood and it isn't genetic, then what is it?
My father-in-law once gave a sermon about how all children should be adopted because even biological parents need to adopt their own children. This was based (if I remember correctly) on a broad definition of adoption. That being to take something that is not our own and make it our own. That is, just because a child is your own blood, does not mean that the love and relationship is there until you put in the time and energy required to make that relationship happen. If love is a choice, then it does not happen because of your genetics, it happens because someone chooses to love you.
It was really cool. For Father's Day, Maya K filled out a little form about me. So, "My daddy is as big as _______" and she filled in the blanks. (For that one, she put "a refrigerator") Here's the one that mattered though. For "I love my daddy because _____________" do you know what she put? She put "Because he loves me." How humbling is that for me? To know that she loves me and in her 7-year old mind, she recognizes that I loved her first. :o) If I hadn't loved her, what reason would she have to love me? I'd be no different than any other adult male out there, except I'd live in the same house. That's not good enough though.
OK, I'm not here to talk about how great I think I am, because I don't. What I do know though, is that God is my Daddy. He loved me first and loved me so much that I couldn't ignore it. He loved me enough that it got my attention and I said, "I love my Daddy because He loves me."
If you take a minute and try to figure out what you would say....not easy. It's not easy to come up with the words and then the words that I think of are not easy words either. The version that I prefer started with "I'm scared of you" and talked about my jealousy as a dad when I hear my daughter talk about her "father" (as she has taken to calling her birth dad). I then went on to talk about other things too, but Pam didn't think that "I'm scared of you" was a good start. :o)
So, what is a "daddy"? What makes a dad a dad? I obviously don't think it is the blood. I know that I am a dad to Maya K and we don't share any blood at all (though you wouldn't know if you saw us spending time together). So, if it isn't in the blood and it isn't genetic, then what is it?
My father-in-law once gave a sermon about how all children should be adopted because even biological parents need to adopt their own children. This was based (if I remember correctly) on a broad definition of adoption. That being to take something that is not our own and make it our own. That is, just because a child is your own blood, does not mean that the love and relationship is there until you put in the time and energy required to make that relationship happen. If love is a choice, then it does not happen because of your genetics, it happens because someone chooses to love you.
It was really cool. For Father's Day, Maya K filled out a little form about me. So, "My daddy is as big as _______" and she filled in the blanks. (For that one, she put "a refrigerator") Here's the one that mattered though. For "I love my daddy because _____________" do you know what she put? She put "Because he loves me." How humbling is that for me? To know that she loves me and in her 7-year old mind, she recognizes that I loved her first. :o) If I hadn't loved her, what reason would she have to love me? I'd be no different than any other adult male out there, except I'd live in the same house. That's not good enough though.
OK, I'm not here to talk about how great I think I am, because I don't. What I do know though, is that God is my Daddy. He loved me first and loved me so much that I couldn't ignore it. He loved me enough that it got my attention and I said, "I love my Daddy because He loves me."