My youngest daughter, second of my four kids. Loves God, pretty, caring, and responsible.
She used to like pink, then purple, and now she has a lot of favorite colors.
Julles used to have a best friend and now she doesn’t, because, as she unequivocally told me a while ago, “she has a lot of best friends”.
I’m now at her ballet class, and will be here for about two hours.
I never liked ballet. I’m here, though, for Julia.
She just told me (one hour ago) that she wants “dancing” as a career/profession.
Seeing her now after that very important remark made me think of that cliché parents usually say : “I don’t know how you’ve grown up to be so…smart or pretty or responsible, etc.”
I totally disagree with that. NOT ME.
I know exactly how my daughter came up with that aspiration. I know exactly how she is growing.
I know when she made the decision to follow God. I know her secrets (and crushes). I was there when she became a “young woman” biologically. I can say that I’m always “there” for her.
So, dancing?! Yes, maybe. It’s between Julia and God. I’m just here.
As a father, I take hold of her God-given direction.
As the man of the house, I sit in her ballet class, enduring…and enjoying.