What are the things that you "remember"
The hubby and I drove the six hours drive home from The Buttercup's birthday party on Sunday with smiles on our faces and very snug jeans. Alot of fun and too much food.
During one of our many conversations he brought up how he reminisced while viewing a page in one of Karmyn's scrapbooks. I could hear the emotion in his voice, so I paid close attention.
"That page about holding hands," he spoke softly, "really made me miss those moments when my girls would grab my hand and hold on. Maybe it was just to walk down the street, or to have help getting out of the van. Any time they held on tight I felt touched."
He was quiet for a moment and then added,
"I felt so proud, and so needed, and so loved."
I was sure I saw a tear glistening in his eye. He's not ashamed to cry when something moves him.
Apparently, remembering a favorite function of fatherhood is one of those.
What are the things you remember?
During one of our many conversations he brought up how he reminisced while viewing a page in one of Karmyn's scrapbooks. I could hear the emotion in his voice, so I paid close attention.
"That page about holding hands," he spoke softly, "really made me miss those moments when my girls would grab my hand and hold on. Maybe it was just to walk down the street, or to have help getting out of the van. Any time they held on tight I felt touched."
He was quiet for a moment and then added,
"I felt so proud, and so needed, and so loved."
I was sure I saw a tear glistening in his eye. He's not ashamed to cry when something moves him.
Apparently, remembering a favorite function of fatherhood is one of those.
What are the things you remember?
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I love this post - it brought tears to my eyes. I also love your new avatar, pretty lady ;)
One is how my kids as babies would fall asleep with me on the couch. Sometimes that was the only way we would both get rest at the same time. They were so warm and cuddly. And I'd wake up all sweaty with a mushy pink baby squished on my chest;)
You know what I miss?? I miss being able to ride on dad's back like he is a horsey. And I miss being home when I am sick.
now that my children are out of babyhood - I miss those chubby little baby cheeks and toothless mouths that open wide for kisses.
I know my husband's favorite memory is the nighttime feedings, believe it or not. He'd rock them in the rocking chair, and he told himself then to savor every moment because it wouldn't last forever. Now, he cherishes those memories, as hard as it was to get up and do a feeding!
I'm sorry, was that a bit of a downer?
And I've also just realised that now Amanda seems to have a new one two, as does Karmyn (although not here)
I miss when my kids were small enough to really snuggle, and I'll miss it when my youngest finally grows completely out of it.
I miss my boys being little and calling me "Mommy". . .
I will miss it when it passes. That hand holding, that clutching.
--memories from childhood
For Baby Bug, I want to remember the look on her face when she wakes up and sees me. Her smile of pure joy and light in her eyes always moves me.
Thanks for popping in to my place and I ♥LOVE ♥ your new avatar. You look mahvelous dahling!!
♥Pam
I didn't grow up with a Father either. My memories of my father are very stuffy and forced. Not a pleasant time.
When my husband does things with our daughter or son, it is just so foreign to me. It doesn't feel right... even though it is. It also makes me sad... that I didn't have this experience.
Your post is excellent.
Thank you for sharing such a caring and wonderful moment. Your Husband is a lucky man to have such memories.
Just kidding. I have the best dad with too many good memories like tackling him or when he rubbed my eyebrows before bed or dancing in the living room while he played Lizst's Hungarian Rhapsody on the piano or when he read to us or played whiffle ball with us. Man, I need to call my Dad and tell him I love him.
Thanks for reminding me to enjoy it!
That's all.
Touch is a big thing...there was healing in my touch or my kiss that was almost as good as a Barney band-aid.
When they were tiny, I can remember how big my hand was as I rubbed their backs... I can remember their desperation and eventual satisfaction when they nursed (which I NEVEREVEREVER thought I would "enjoy").
And only when they were little...did they ask me to sing ;).
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by the way. Love the post today. Your husband would be someone I would want to talk to and listen to.