My Dad

My Dad had four daughters. At times it was pretty hard for him. I think sometimes he struggled to understand his daughters. He was an excellent provider, but he seemed to find it more comfortable to leave much of the parenting to my Mum.

I know there were many times, especially in my pre-teen, and teenaged years, when we had so much trouble understanding one another.

So many people have seen that I am struggling. My mum, my sisters, my lovely friends, my husband, and one particular lovely friend have all been doing things to help me. I have also been blown away by how many lovely blogging acquaintances have sent me messages of support.

But one of the people who has helped so much, has been my Dad.

Lately he has been popping around, just to have a cup of tea, or to play with the kids, or just to say hello for a few minutes. It is just comfortable. We don't always talk too much. Sometimes he just does my dishes for me, which is is so helpful. But he doesn't expect me to talk about how I'm feeling, and he doesn't expect me to feel better. I just know that he loves me, and is concerned for me.

He is just there.

If you had told me, when I was a teenager, that my Dad would be coming around, just to chat, play with my kids, and do my housework, when I was a Mum.... I wouldn't have believed you. But he is helping me. A lot.

I am thankful to my heavenly father for the earthly father he gave me.