Ever since I was little, I was told that I bear an uncanny resemblance to my Dad. Especially when I was a youngling and had super short hair, people used to say that I looked exactly like him. It used to bother me, and I’d think “what? do I look like a man?” But now that I’m older (and wiser), I’m proud to say that “I am my father’s daughter.”
Yesterday in Australia, we celebrated Father’s Day. It was hubby’s first Father’s Day as a dad, and my Dad’s first Grandfather’s Day :) I feel so blessed to have a father who gave his child everything he could so that she could thrive in this world. He taught me the importance of honesty, integrity, and punctuality, and he literally went the distance for me. I remember growing up in Shanghai, my father used to take me on a number of buses to get to drawing classes, and then here in Melbourne, he used to drive an hour each way just to take me to music lessons.
Dads are so important. They are the central figure in a family and their role is so much more than being a bread winner. Dads play a vital role in their kids’ lives. Happy are children whose fathers spend time with them, playing with them, encouraging them, teaching them, and listening to them. Boys don’t become men unless have a role model like a good Dad to lead them by example. Dads should also be good husbands. Happy are children whose mothers are loved, honoured and cherished by their fathers. Don’t you think?
So chaps, I hope you had a wonderful Father’s Day. If you ever need a bit of fatherhood inspiration, look no further than King David’s poetry – he describes his heavenly Father as “compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.” Wouldn’t this be a beautiful picture for all fathers?