To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter. ~ Euripides
Today, my daughter gave me a Valentine’s gift, and asked me if I would be her Valentine. How sweet it is to have daughters. “Of course,” I told her, picking her up and hugging her. “I will always be your Valentine”
Being a parent is the hardest and most rewarding thing I have ever done. Once I had children, I realized that the other things I cared about were not that important – work, ministry, my projects, nothing. In fact, I feel as though if I had missed being a parent, I would have missed the most important thing, in fact, THE thing that life is about. Hard to express unless you’ve had children.
Even completely fulfilling my potential now takes a back seat – love makes me want to be sure to help THEM fulfill their potential – not that I don’t need to take care of my own body and soul, nor do I allow them to monopolize all my time. Only that when these priorities compete, I often sacrifice my time for them.
Love makes sacrifice less painful – the more you love, the less such sacrifices seem to be difficult at all.