Today is my very first Fathers Day. No other Fathers Day will be quite like this one for me. Not only is it my first one, it is the only one (so far, at least) in which I am a father but cannot see my child or at least know what he looks like.
Right now, I am thousand miles away from my wife and baby. It saddens me to realize that I am here in this far away land, because I wanted to give the best for my child. I want him to come out in this world with all the comfort he needs as he grow up.
Eager and unhesitating as I am to welcome the baby into the world with arms open wide with love, it sometimes is a little hard to suppress the feeling that I would have liked a little more time to discover what it is to be a husband and newlywed first. Then I would not have decided to leave the country in the early stages of our marriage to work abroad. But we would never, ever get rid of the baby and question God’s timing in sending our baby to us.
It also helps me to overcome these thoughts when I think about a little face that resembles us looking up and smiling. When I think of that miracle, I know that I’m glad to give up the pleasures of a life without the responsibilities of parenthood. I am also helped by the notion that God has ordained that a new life should be entrusted to us now. Who am I to question His gift to us? So many couples can never have children at all and want them desperately, while others have a very difficult time having babies. I’m thankful we don’t face such hardships.
It is hard to imagine a role of more fundamental importance than simple parenthood. I feel that being a father is a fulfillment of a destiny.
Happy Fathers Day to all the fathers out there.