Boys Don't Come With Pigtails
Growing up with two brothers made Christmas morning interesting. Dad had his super 8 film camera and mom was under the tree handing out gifts delivered from Santa. The gifts couldn't come fast enough and before one was opened another was in hand. The torn wrapping and cast away bows piled high and made difficult the objective of play. As boys we weren't gentle at all.
Rebecca and I decided it would be different in our home and handed out gifts one at a time, everyone watched the other, and then gave thanks to the giver. Like my father I held the camcorder and recorded the moment for all of posterity. Our Christmas was more managed, but you could see the tension in the boys as they waited impatiently for their next gift. Boys weren't made to sit still.
I love my boys and wouldn't trade them for anything. We wrestled, played football, shot each other with paintballs, and watched manly movies together. Yet, I feel I missed the joy of having a daughter. There is something about a father and his daughter that is precious. Girls bring out a man's gentle side. They make father's do unthinkable things. I was talking to a little girl who proudly said, "my dad does hair and nails." That is love.
I always wanted a daughter so that I could embarrass her in front of her friends and interogate every boy who dared take an interest in her. I would rejoice in her school accomplishments and worry about her first date (which wouldn't be before her 30th birthday). I would be proud of her graduation and cry at her wedding. I would hold her tight so she knew how valuable she was to me. That's what I would have done, but alas I have three boys.
A present that each of my boys has given me is the gift of daughters. I have the three most wonderful daughter-in-laws that have been created by God. They are beautiful, smart, talented, and most of all godly. They support the dreams of their husbands and partner with them in their future. They have whit and sarcasm to match my own, and make me smile and think all at the same time. They have given my boys the gift of commitment and an enduring promise of faithfulness.
None of them are the same and their unique personalities add such flavor and variety to my life. They are honorable, caring, compassionate, and industrious. They add to my boys life and increase their status among their peers. They have their own desires and ambitions and work along side their husbands to make them come true. They honor their parents and honor us as well. They enjoy our company and make us feel special in their homes. They have endured hardships and with thanksgiving allowed God to make them stronger.
This Christmas I rejoice in the wonderful gift of my daughter-in-laws. I cherish them, adore them, and praise God for them every day. I couldn' have had better and thank their parents for the wonderful job they did in rasing them. I'm just saying...