For those of us with children, we’ll know how protective we are of them. I remember when Kate was born how my dad turned up at the hospital to see his beautiful granddaughter. He went to pick her up and immediately I noticed his dirty fingernails (he’d been doing some mechanical repairs). I yelled out to him not to touch her. He assured me he’d already washed his hands but I wasn’t about to let him near her till he’d scrubbed them clean. I wasn’t bothered about my dad’s reactions, my baby was far too precious to be worrying what my dad would think of how I’d just spoken to him.
From the minute they’re born we look out for our children. We observe their development and can’t wait for them to give us their first smile, cut their first tooth, say their first word. Then we slow it down a little when it comes to their first hair cut … first day at school (more traumatic for the parents for sure!). We slow it down even more when it comes to their first romance, begin their first job. Even when they move out, get married, it never stops. They’re a part of us – whatever they go through we go through – good or bad – we feel for them because we never stop loving them.
For some of us it may be that as kids we missed out on a father’s love – or even now, aren’t able to experience the closeness of someone who was once part of our lives. I can guarantee this, that there’s a Father of all of us who is loving us right now and always has been. He’s been rooting for us from the word go. It’s so important that our kids know they’re loved. It’s important for us too to know we’re loved. I wrote ‘Apple of His Eye’ some years ago. It’s our Father’s song to us .. trust me, you’re loved.