By Corrinne May
I love seeing fathers play with their children, or carrying their child in a baby carrier. There is just something heartwarming about the romancing of the child by the father. After all, the child has a natural biological attachment to the mother, having to be fed on her breast milk and to be nurtured close to her heart, at least for the first few years of the child’s life. But the father has to romance the child. It is a relationship that is built on a growing mutual love, respect and trust.
I am blessed to have a loving father who among other things, taught me how to swim, how to cycle and has been an emotional anchor in my life. Through his example, I looked for the same qualities in a spouse. I looked for someone with a kind, loving heart. Someone with whom I could share deep conversations with. Someone who would be there for me, no matter what.
I found all these qualities and more in my husband Kavin. And it gladdens my heart to see him nurturing and fathering our daughter Claire.
I recently went to Los Angeles for two weeks on a writing trip and left Claire in the care of Kavin in Singapore. Their father-daughter relationship has blossomed over the years and it’s lovely to see how their relationship has grown to a level where Claire trusts her father to take care of her physical, emotional and spiritual needs.
Kavin chose, as his confirmation name, the name ‘Joseph’ after St. Joseph. I imagine that Joseph must have been a loving father to Jesus and that he must have been a very hands-on father, teaching Jesus carpentry, the Jewish prayers, playing games and sports with Jesus and carrying the child Jesus in his arms whenever Jesus had a fall and hurt himself, as children inevitably do.
I find myself reflecting too on how Jesus wants us to relate to our heavenly Father. What a blessing it is to be able to call God our Father! A Father who provides ‘Our Daily Bread’, who ‘forgives us our trespassers’. A loving Father who wants the very best for us and yearns for us to trust and obey His will. A Father, who like the father of the Prodigal Son, runs to greet us when we decide to come back home to Him.