If I had known then what I know now…. Wow! The topics that could follow such an introductory statement! Yet I am thinking of children while listening to a country western song extolling the love and innocence of a little girl for her daddy. On and on he croons “there goes my life” in celebration of the little girl in curls whom he loves more than he can imagine. Wait until that little girl hits the teenage years and the exalted father is reduced to a mumbling idiot with nothing to offer her!
I suppose my concept of the whole matter is prejudiced by my own life experience but who can help that??! The little girl whose world so revolved around the daddy-daughter relationship just a few years ago has been reduced to a somewhat estranged relationship that only offers a muted “uh-huh” to my parting line “I love you.” How can this be? I not only changed her diapers and bathed her but taught her the love of reading, fishing, bike riding, and so many other wonderful life experiences. I, like the dad songwriter, went to every school activity and supported her every endeavor. I introduced her to God, Shakespeare, Poe, nature, and the intrinsic details of life as we encountered it. Pouring into her all that I have and all that I am but….. Today? “Uh-huh.”
Where is this going? You might wonder. I wouldn’t change the songwriter’s heart felt expression at all. No doubt he will need his present emotion to ride out the ones to come. I suppose I am coming to the conclusive thought, “If I had known then what I know now….I would do it all over again.” As a testament to a father’s love, unrequited or not, I have to say that children, with all their disappointments, are still our blessing. I suppose that the ability to make such a statement is a throwback to the God character that lies within us due to His making us “in His own image” and it is certainly reflective of how He must feel about us.
So? I say “Sing on!” to the cowboy crooner and plod on to the parents employed in the task of teaching their children. Personally, I am hoping my children will one day come to the point that mature children often do….to the place where Dad is elevated to the place he once occupied but in a new enlightened manner that allows adult interaction and mutual enjoyment resulting in satisfaction all the way around.