One of the joys of having a daughter is displaying to her the qualities of a good and decent man in her life. I have always believed that demonstrating the type of man you would like for her to one day marry is a large part of being a father. The relationship between a father and daughter can be very tough at times. I am still, to this day, learning to be patient. One minute we are riding down the road and talking, and the next minute she’s tearing up and doesn’t want to talk about “it.” I wait ten minutes and just drive. I know that I have to be patient with the “its” that come around from time to time. Sometimes “it” is a young man. Sometimes “it” is a friend who said something hurtful. And sometimes “it” is a mystery. Someone once wrote that the depths of a woman’s heart is full of secrets and mystery. There are no bounds to love. There are no conditions to love. Love is an action verb; it is not a noun. Love is a display, not just something mentioned in passing.
My angel just graduated high school and headed on to college. She’s a young woman. My role is shifting. I understand that years change things, but my love for my family is constant and relentless. It was just a couple of days ago that Hannah and I went to a local firing range. I watched her have fun, hammering targets, and noticed the woman that she is becoming. I am proud of her in so many ways that I often make the mistake of assuming that she knows. I guess the most difficult part is not treating her as my little girl . . . she reminds me often that she isn’t anymore, with a giggle. I want to protect her and guide her, but I do know that all of that will only make her weak. I want her to be a woman that finds a young man who completes her, not one who has to carry her. Her individuality is crucial in the making of a strong woman. It is with great pleasure that I am seeing a kind, loving, caring, and sweet young lady with whom no man should assume he can run over.