Last night, I stood in the driveway with Gabriella, my seven year-old. I tickled her and she laughed my mother’s mother’s laugh. Something about the moment spurred a flashback. In my mind’s eye I saw her swaddled and lying stone still on my lap. She was gripping my finger so tightly her knuckles turned white. I was singing to her. I did that a lot in those days. She was my first born and nothing on TV or anywhere else was as entertaining or calming as she could be.
When the tickling and laughing stopped, i just stood there for a minute and took her in. She suddenly seemed much taller and more beautiful and effortlessly enjoyable than I’d noticed before. I should notice her more, I thought.
She stilled, stood with her back against me, my hands on her chest, and she told me about something funny a friend of hers had done at school. Have you ever felt so compelled to speak that you couldn’t hold the thoughts in even if you wanted to? “I remember when you were so small you could fit on my lap, and I would sing and sing to you. You’ve become such a kind, smart beautiful girl you know it?”
I felt relieved, the way I did when I told my grandmother I loved her just before she died, the way I did when I told my friend Becky I loved her for the first time. I got it out. I knew that Gabriella now knew I didn’t just love her, but I noticed her and liked what I saw. I hoped in those seconds after those words were spoken that she’d remember them, that they’d play in her mind when boys at school pick on her – and they will – when girls look at her as if smelling something disgusting – and they will – when she fails – and she will. I hoped those words would keep her heart safe and remind her always that she is lovable and good.
And then she said, “My teacher says I have the best handwriting and today I made the highest grade on my paragraph. And I helped Penelope unbuckle when Gresham just ran inside.”
In seconds my pride became hers.
Maybe it’s genetic.
Adam says:
Ok.. I may just have to stop blogging after that post. Your writing ability makes me sick. lol…
You definitely know how to put words together in just away that everyone can sense the love that you have for you family.
and my last post was “Are you and Early Bird or a Night Owl” LOL
But seriously awesome post.
keith says:
Didn’t your family home-school a while back?
scottie says:
beautiful. kids are such blessings…like maybe somewhere in our messed up lives we actually did something right.
jenn says:
Awww. Very sweet.
Grovesfan says:
Kids are just one gift from God that allow us to see His perfect beauty.
Paloma says:
That’s such a beautiful picture of a father’s love. So many times when I was younger I would kind of brush off what my dad said, thinking he was just “being a dad”.
But as a get older and think of having children some day, I realize the weight of those moments, and how important it really was for him to express those kinds of things.
Thanks for sharing.
You and your daughter(s) (and son) are blessed to have one another!
Shaun Groves says:
OK, sure, sweet and what not but did you catch the end? Pride? Anyone? Bueller?
Back to the drawing board. Er, laptop.
Grovesfan says:
Is there something wrong with having pride in your children? You didn’t indicate that this pride in Gabriella was due to anything you said you did to make her that way. I think God is proud of her too.
Shaun Groves says:
It’s my wife’s fault. Originally I ended with “In seconds love birthed arrogance.” Much clearer I think. But harsh. Way harsh to say about my own child. Becky thought “my pride became hers” was just as clear (that Gabriella went from being a source of my well-placed pride to becoming prideful herself) without calling her names.
But it’s apparently not clear at all. Oh well. I get 365+ posts a year. I’m bound to screw up a few right? I blog partly to learn how to write better. I’m learning.
Seth Ward says:
Yeah, but don’t you think it may be easier to monitor a bit of overflowing pride now, rather than her never knowing how much her Dad thinks of her and she, being brand new to the self-esteem onslaught, having to look elsewhere for that approval? (A not-parent to parent question.)
Sounded like a normal reaction to something that made her feel really good. Unfortunate normal tendency for us all to do. We feel like a good faithful son or daughter and we get addicted to the feel-good. I suppose it is the yin to the yang in parenting positive encouragement in love. Sheesh, scares the crud out of me sometimes… How do you balance that?
I heard a testimony last night at the Redeemer Recover group by a woman who grew up with the most horrible father imaginable. Won’t go into it, but the words of a father to a daughter are powerful because they believe you.
Shaun Groves says:
Totally, Seth. Normal reaction. “Natural.” It’s my nature that twists a Father’s love into arrogance.
(How’s that for subtle leading of the proverbial horse to water?)
Bonnie says:
I read the end, and I got it. But I have to agree that your description of your moment of honesty with your daughter eclipsed the point you were trying to make. My father is the much stronger influence in my life. (not that my mom isn’t awesome) He was always telling his daughters how pretty we are, or how smart, or kind or whatever. I still remember those words as an adult and I’m amazed at how much more it means to me now. As an adult, I also recognize how his “faults” manifest themselves in my own life.
So, I guess you gave your daughter two very different gifts in that one encounter.
Becca says:
Just curious…don’t you homeschool?
Shaun Groves says:
Yes, Becca, but two days a week my two oldest go to a school for homeschoolers (weird sounding when you say it that way).
Jessica says:
Just so you know, Shaun… your words WILL stick with her, especially when no one else will. Continue to tell her what you see in her… even when she doesn’t agree, even when she’s “too old for that”, and even when you don’t think it would make any difference. It does. I promise.