There are lots of things I could say about my husband for today... He's a great dad, and he tries really hard to be that. He tries to spend individual time with each of them... and with an often-demanding job, three children, and an occasionally high-strung *cough* wife to deal with, that's not easy.
I thought of a lot of things I could say here to tell you the kind of dad he is, the father he tries (mostly successfully) to be... But, I think this recent story probably sums it up.
Last week, Alicia's 3rd grade class had a little choir concert. They've been rehearsing in music class for the past month to polish up these 12 songs, and the concert was on Wednesday. I'm not sure what it is about this class of kids... they must be better-than-usual singers or something. I feel like they have a concert every year, and my 4th graders' never do. In any case, though she didn't say a lot about it (Alicia never does), it was clear that it was important to her that we be there.
Only problem is that it was at 11am. Could there be a more inconvenient time for a working parent to get to school??
Joel and I were discussing it in the kitchen the evening before.
"Are you going to be able to make it to Alicia's concert tomorrow? I think she really wants you to be there."
"I know," he said. "She's asked me a few times... It's a terrible time of the day. How important do you think it is?"
"Well... it's 3rd grade and she would get over it... but..." I paused and thought for a moment. "You're her daddy. Moms go to everything because that's what moms do. But, especially to girls, dads are important. I remember every event my dad showed up to. And I also remember that he was usually late."
"I'll see what I can do... but I might have to leave early for a noon meeting."
The next day came... Joel worked from home in the morning and then we went to school. As we walked into the library, I asked "Do we need to sit on the end of the aisle so you can sneak out early?"
He looked at me, "No. I decided I didn't really need to go to every meeting on my schedule."
I smiled and thought, "She'll remember. Even if she doesn't ever say anything, she'll remember."
And THAT is the kind of daddy I married. I have blessed little girls.