Posted by Danny
I was never the best looking kid, just average. I’m not much of a sports guy – ran cross-country in high school but not in the top 5 and that’s what counts. I was in a few school plays but never the lead. I missed the National Honor Society at Terry Sanford Senior High School by 2 points – just didn’t quite apply myself enough. And yet, with all that – or better yet, with only that, I always felt like my father was proud that I was his son.
He grew up with an alcoholic father. His dad didn’t heap on the praise. In fact, I don’t think he told my dad he was proud of him until my dad was 40. And even that was in writing. Yeah, that was about the extent of Granddaddy Tanner’s praise.
As I look at my father, I see the good pieces of my granddad – strong financial sense, good at tinkering with things, generous. But I also see that he avoided all of the mistakes my granddad made. My dad doesn’t drink – a lick. He’s pretty open with his feelings. He outwardly loves and respects my mother. And he is the first one to tell his kids he loves them – regardless. Yea – just regardless.
If my girls don’t know anything else in life, they know these two things:
1) Their dad loves them more than any human could ever love another
2) Their dad is proud of them just like they are
Yea, I push them on grades a bit. There are times I’m disappointed in their actions, and I make my opinion known. They don’t readily help out around the house very often, and their bickering drives me nuts!
But in no way do their actions affect my love for them. It’s just too deep.
I think God’s like that too. Maybe that’s what being a father is all about.