Friday, December 14, 2007

A Sweet Homecoming Story

Last night on the news I saw a story that completely touched my heart. The story began with two young children, probably around the ages of 5 and 7, sitting on Santa's lap at the mall. Santa asked them what they would like for Christmas this year, and they both said that they wanted their Daddy to be home with them. Santa told them to close their eyes, and wish really hard for their Daddy to be home.

They both closed their eyes really tight, and repeated their wish, over and over again.

Then Santa told them to open their eyes, and right in front of them was their Daddy. You see, Daddy was a soldier stationed in Iraq, and unexpectedly got to come home in time for Christmas. This was how he surprised his children with the news.

The looks on their faces was priceless, and quickly had me in tears. What especially got to me was watching how the little girl just held onto her Daddy so tightly, as if she was afraid to let go.

I couldn't help but think about my own girls and their relationship with their Daddy. They miss him so much when he is just gone for work during the day, and are lucky enough to talk to him on the phone at least once a day. Little Mara was so upset this morning when Daddy had given her kisses goodbye but forgot to give her a hug. Goodbyes always need a kiss and a hug.

The minute Greg walks in the door, he gains two shadows as he goes about the house. Often he is working on some household chore, while the girls will just play amongst themselves. Just happy to be near him.

As soon as chore-time is over, playtime begins. The girls happily bounce on their daddy until dinner is ready. On the nights that Greg cooks dinner, they are on stools, watching.

Every night at dinner, Analese tells her Daddy that she wants to tell him about her day. When he tells her to go ahead, she always stops and says " I can't remember my day. Mommy, what did I do today?"

It's these simple, daily traditions that make up the daily rhythm within my family. It's these moments that we treasure, and find so much comfort in. I am so grateful to have a husband who plays such an active role in our children's lives.

As vocal as I am about how much I oppose this war, I have to say that I have nothing but the utmost respect for our men and women over there fighting it. I think about the torment they must feel, torn between the job they must do and the family they hold dear.

This Christmas, my thoughts are on those that are not able to make it home to their families this Christmas.

And for the children who are missing them.


Peace is every step said...

What a great Christmas story!

I also feel blessed to have a partner so dedicated to his children. Who would've thought, 10 years ago, that I would be doing a job I love and Shawn would be a stay at home dad? Life has a funny way of working out. :)

Following Forward said...

I will AMEN! to that.

Mama Zen said...

I saw that story on the news, too. It brought tears to my eyes.

Chris said...

I cried even reading that Christmas story, can't imagine what I'd be like if I actually SAW it.
I, too, feel so blessed to have a wonderful father for my children. Even my teenage daughters adore their Dad still, and show it every day. Yeah, he's embarrassing sometimes, but he's their Daddy. Can't imagine not having him in their daily lives.

Lizzy in the Burbs said...

What a beautiful post! It's easy to forget sometimes with all the daily hustle and bustle what is truly important. It's those small moments shared together. Your girls are lucky to have both you and their Daddy in their lives!

Lorrie said...

What a beautiful Christmas story! I loved your description of your girls with their daddy-very sweet!