Du’s been a daddy now for over 6 years. I’d say he’s pretty much perfect at the job. With the girls he’s the yin to my yang. And on the days when I yin he’ll yang. There are areas where he could improve, like not falling asleep as soon as he starts rubbing my back, but I really can’t think of any improvements that need to be made in the Daddy arena. I know the girls agree with me here.
I remember the first time I told Du he was going to be a father. We had been trying for a while to get pregnant and things just weren’t happening. I was doing everything possible within my realm to make it happen. It was stressing us out. That’s when we decided to just stop and relax for a while. It was a classic case of “let go and let God.” Does that really work for people? Yes. It finally worked for us.
I took the pregnancy test in the morning (you supposedly get more accurate results). I couldn’t even stand to wait until Du got up. I had a suspicion I might be pregnant because my temps hadn’t fallen like they normally do before my cycle. I was a couple days late. A huge smile spread across my face and it was all I could do to keep myself from leaping onto the bed and jumping up and down. Du was just beginning to wake up and he wouldn’t understand the excitement. I gently sat next to him and whispered, “are you ready to become a Daddy?” His smile matched mine and we couldn’t have been happier. I was four weeks pregnant.
I also remember the second time I told him he was going to be a father. We weren’t trying to get pregnant. Du was always ready for another child, however I needed a little more convincing. We finally decided that we just weren’t going to do anything about it. If it happened then it happened. I honestly didn’t think anything would happen since it took us so long to get pregnant the first time. No worries. God has a sense of humor like that. I think we stopped “doing anything about it” in January and this story is picking up in May. Prospective buyers were on their way to look at the house one last time. We were running around doing the last-minute things you do when you’re selling a house. I wasn’t diligently keeping track of my cycle, but I knew that I was off. Previously that week I had purchased the required test just in case. I couldn’t stand it any longer. With buyers coming over, us rushing around making the house look perfect, I take a potty break. I couldn’t believe the results. I headed down the stairs calling out, “Du” in a loud, not shrill, not excited, just low and steady tone. His response was, “You know that tone of voice makes me think I did something wrong. What did I do?” I wanted to say, “uh, you knocked me up.” Instead, all I could do was show him the stick. Both of our faces matched again. This time it was a shocked, oh Lord what are we getting ourselves into kind of face. Once again, about four weeks pregnant.
Du you’re the most wonderful father in the world. Even before the girls were born you were so attentive to their needs. God has given them not only a fantastic daddy, but a great role model as a person, friend, husband and follower of Christ.