A Special Reminder

I love watching Leah and Scott together. She just loves, loves, loves her daddy, and fortunately, he’s getting to see some of that affection for himself. For quite awhile, she lingered in her “mommy” phase, wanting me and only me. No one else would do, even though for most of every day I worked hard to explain to her that while Daddy isn’t here, he will be here soon.

“No, sweetie. Daddy’s not here. Daddy’s at work. He’ll be home in a couple of hours, though. No, honey. He’s not outside. He’s at work.” On and on my explanations would go, but as soon as he walked in the door, she’d climb up me, fearful, I think, that his arrival meant I was leaving.

Now, though, they’re starting to really enjoy their times together. (This is a good thing, since I’m again bedridden with strep throat this week.)

It’s neat to see her growing and her features changing, too, because as she does, she is starting to look more and more like him. When she was first born, everyone said she looked like me, but I hardly ever get that response any more. Everyone calls her “little Scott” because of how much she looks like him.

While there is something neat about having people clearly recognize your features in your child, to me, it is even better to have them see your partner. She is my daughter, but she came from both of us. As graphic as it seems, I described it to a friend this way: “She came out of my body, but she looks like him. There’s something incredible about that, and it’s one more way that God reveals Himself in her creation.”

Some people would probably disagree with me, wishing instead that their children looked like themselves. For me, though, I love looking at her and seeing her daddy. There’s something beautiful to be learned from that. I cherish that.