I stared at her for a few minutes, bright eyes looking at me with uncertainty. Her head is unstable as I supported her neck with my hands. I peered at her with a scrutinizing look, searching for my features in her. The hair definitely mine, they say the lips also, the round face could be mine or her mother's, the wife says she has my eyes. I placed her on my shoulder and pat her gently, she makes herself comfortable pushing her head under my chin. The head is mine, she'll grow into it....later. I just hope she doesn't get teased like I was.
She sighs heavily as she wiggles around some more then settles down to sleep. Subconsciously she hugs me and hold on tight. Only a month old but already know that this is her safe haven, her protector. I hold her tightly and whispered a prayer to God. I thank Him for the life in my hands, for protection for her, for all the blessings he can/will bestow on her and for me to be a good father. Since she entered this world I've begun to pray more. The little things now matter, including my health. I want to live so I can enjoy her, I want to be there for her first word (hopefully dada), her first steps, all accolades and trophies she will collect, her wedding day and my first grand child.
My father did not live to see her, my mother cried as she knew he would have loved her more than anything in this world......
She lies there peacefully on my shoulder, oblivious to the actions around her, she is safe, protected, she is in the arms of her father.
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I almost cried ...this is a unforgettable post. i'm glad that you are praying more often :-). Not many fathers are like you.
I'm somewhat depressed....I wish my father was here. I used to get annoyed when the neighbour kids came over. I used to tell my parents to make another kid or wait till I make mine....
Good piece on fatherhood. It's a strange but beautiful thing.
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