Holly Dunn released a song in 1985, named “Daddy’s Hands.” This was
her breakout song and touched many people with the words.
Personally, I can remember hearing this song at an early age. One instance was at my Uncle’s funeral. It described him well, and his family sobbed as those words were sung at that small baptist church in the country.
The chorus reads, “Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin’, Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I done wrong, Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle but I’ve come to understand, There was always love in Daddy’s hands.”
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy……
I can’t count on my fingers and toes the number of times I get called Daddy each day. “Daddy, will you help me do this?” “Daddy, come here please.” “Daddy, will you go outside with me?” Hearing these simple words makes my heart smile.
Can you remember your child’s first words? I would venture to say that most of you would say that one of the first words they said was either, Momma or Daddy in some variation.
I can remember the first time I was called Dad, I was 29. I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to have kids. But the Lord had a plan. Then appeared a three foot tall, forty pound, four year old.
My wife and I started dating when Landon was four and soon after I can remember the first time he called me “Dad”. It was a simple statement. “Dad, can you help me?”
Wow! After all these years, someone called me Dad. But, wait this is a lot of responsibility. Is there an idiots guide to how to be a father? Sure I had nephews, but when things got awkward or if there was puke, poop or blood, I could always just take them home.
Of course Amanda threw me to the wolves to start with. In a local restaurant, “Will you take Landon to the bathroom?” Sure how hard could that be. Needless to say, in about fifteen minutes my phone was ringing from the mama bear to see if her cub was ok.
There are plenty of other stories like these where I learned just as much from Landon as he was learning from me. Like anything else in life, it takes practice to be good at something. There are days that are better than others, when I say that I mean there are days that I screw up less than others as a parent.
If you listen to Rick and Bubba, you know that Rick from the show had a two year old son who drowned. Rick spoke at the funeral and I came across a video from that day that really touched me. He talked about how things of the world don’t matter. The boy, Bronner, would get in trouble for playing in the office at their home. He would dump crayons in the floor of the office. When Rick went into the office after Bronner’s death, the crayons were there. Those crayons, along with spilled milk, or broken vases represent things of our life that truly don’t matter.
Sharing our faith with our children, so that they can accept that gift and share it with others is all that should truly matter. However, I too get caught up in the hustle and bustle and sometimes spend more time telling them what Nathan wants them to do, instead of what our Lord and savior expects of them.
Now, we have three children and one day diapers will not be on our list of things to buy at the grocery store, and the number of times I get called Dad or Daddy is multiplied times three. This is music to my ears. But, Landon was the first. I’m optimistic that long after I’m gone, he will explain to his kids the love in his daddy’s hands, but most importantly his Godly fathers love for them.