This morning was wonderfully slow - I drank coffee and enjoyed a scone while listening to the muted hum of cars passing by on the street and the occasional cheerful chirp of a bird from outside my kitchen window. I am taken aback that I'm choosing to break these quiet moments by introducing chaos into my life, as my husband and I are expecting our first child in just a couple weeks. (!!!)
In this season, I can't help but consider my own father’s state of mind when he was anticipating meeting me. My dad, and if you know him you'll agree, is the most easy-going guy in the world but also one of the most determined; so kind, but unshaken in his beliefs. He is someone whom I am thankful to share some traits with, but always striving to be more like. As you can imagine, it’s difficult to think of him in a vulnerable state, but I’m sure he was there. What was he afraid of? What was he excited about? Was he ready for the chaos?
As I see my own husband experience the thrill and unease of becoming a father, it’s inevitable that my respect for my dad has increased by multitudes (with no end in site).
With the example that both my dad and my mom have set as parents, I can't help but think that allowing chaos into our lives is what makes it beautiful. So, thank you, Dad, for allowing this little bit of chaos to rock your world nearly 30 years ago - I hope it was worth it :) Happy Father’s Day!