There is nothing quite like a father’s tenderness for his daughters. To see it in action is to be moved, softened, and comforted. I reacted thus when at my friend’s parents’ home the other day. My friend’s father was so comfortable and gentle to his daughters. It was such a joy to observe them snuggled together in a comfy couch, to see the implicit trust that existed between them. As I looked at this daddy with his grown daughter I was reminded of my own father, and his rough hand softly caressing my hair on nights when I found it hard to sleep, or his arm reaching round to give me a hug in the kitchen, just because I was there.
Daughters like my friend and I are so fortunate to have fathers like ours. They are men who love us enough to create a precedent for any other men who will join our lives. They teach us to expect gentleness. They show us that we are treasures. They provide a safe masculine harbor, which is especially essential when we are young and unmarried. I believe that having a papa to whom I could run for hugs and kisses and comfort has been a safeguard to me. I am so grateful.
Thank God for daddies!