Dear Dads & Girls,
Here’s a note to all the dads and girls out there. I am glad to have you in my life, and I feel oh so honored for your contributions, in all ways.
I am glad to know that what I write resonates with a need in your heart, and that I can be of some help, comfort and inspiration. It is a joy to be that to you. I am glad to know that my pain has not been in vain, and yours won’t be either. And yours may not have to last as long or be as twisted as mine. I’ve gone a little ahead, and if you keep letting me, I’ll show you a bit of the way, to both go for your dreams, and protect your heart; because a wounded heart will stop you in many ways, sometimes even stalling you. But I’ll be here for you, with you. Whatever questions you have, ask away.
And I have some good news for you!! There are some dads willing to be there for you. See, we agreed that we may not want a dad 24-7-365, but that fatherly affirmation and encouragement every once in a while is what we really yearn and long for. And guess what? I have some dads totally supportive of this…who want girls to be encouraged, empowered, appreciated and valued.
(More on that later.)
Thank you for reading this forum, and being a part of it. Thank you for your responses, for your encouragement and support along the way. Thank you for your desires to encourage and inspire girls the way you did me. See, at some point I was girl without a father. Then a girl looking for a dad, dads, any dad. Then a girl who gave up, and decided to call it quits.
Then one day, as I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering what life was all about, I heard, or felt, a tiny little whisper in my heart. It said, “A girl of many dads.” And I laughed, more scared and doubtingly than happily; because I did not believe it, especially right then, when I had just come from giving up a dream. I did not believe that anyone would want to be my dad. Or call me his girl. Or see me as “daughter material,” as teachers say to students.
But I am glad, that because of you, I have received a gift, a dream that I never thought possible. I have been reading a book called The Dream Giver, by Bruce Wilkinson. He says that at some point, the Dream Giver asks to have His dream; that he had given to a dreamer, given back to Him. I think I found something, more like someone, one time, a dream had come true. And I felt that I had to give it back….and that later I would be a “girl of many dads.” Through the misty, teary eyes, I could not see this happening in any way. Not physically, not spiritually, not even virtually….even in my wildest dreams.
But I think that now God has seen it fit to do things another way. To let me be called a dad’s girl, to let me hear a dad say that I’m his…to hear someone say that he sees me as his daughter….even when I don’t see him as a father…let me rephrase that, even when I have closed my heart to all fathers and dad-stuff, and someone persists, and says good things. (More on that later.) To hear one say to someone else, take good care of “this my girl” makes my heart glow, beam, be warmly touched and moved.
And right now, as I write this, I am smiling although my eyes are teary. It feels great to come from a meeting with someone who sees me as his daughter, and as I board my matatu to go home, I see another one, who even pays my fare…from one dad to another….a girl of many dads.