Manhood. Ballet. Fatherhood.

Julia.

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.

  1 comment for “Manhood. Ballet. Fatherhood.

  1. Renee Pono
    October 16, 2011 at 9:18 am

    She is indeed blessed to have a father like you!

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